One Frog to Another

Zenith looked around at all the other Finley kids as they jumped and raced to and fro, trying to catch a sporepole. The memco draken shifted a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable. There were even other memos trying to catch the small creatures. Did it not bother them that they used to be those very same creatures? Could they possibly be chasing their former friends or even relatives? Zenith glanced at a speedy Sporepole as it leaped clumsily into a thick clump of tall grass. Could that have been her sister or brother? She started to follow it, suddenly very curious. But she couldn't seem to find them, and it was starting to get dark. Seeing a small space between a couple bushes, Zenith slipped into an almost cavelike space made of a large tree, a small tree and many bushes. There were some rocks and a bunch of Ghostshrooms glowing faintly in the dark shadows. This felt like a secret hideout. Zenith sat down and started to think, though it wasn't long until another sporepole, a thorny one, bounced toward her. After a seconds pause she reached down and gently picked them up. She gazed at the cute creature... wondering if they could be related despite being different types. Or maybe-... "Were you my friend?" Zenith asked softly. The sporepole blinked its beady eyes before opening its big mouth and letting out a raspy croak. The speedy memco held the sporepole close and wrapped her tail around them. Were they her friend? She didn't understand, but-... suddenly she couldn't let them go...