Animal Amulets (7)
The ears and tails swirled around and around and there was some sort of pink tinge off them then they mushed in together and became one creature. The creature spoke to Molly. It told her not to dally around here and get a move on, it also told her that she had to stop following other creatures and become a leader of mice and little beings. She had a good giggle at that but then she felt ill. It was true that she could be a bit of a doormat. If she had been a bit of a dormouse it wouldn´t have been so bad. Maybe it really was time to get tough. She suddenly felt very small. She looked around her, maybe she really was tiny. All the leaves seemed to have got enormous. A frog approached her. That was when she knew she was in trouble. He was the biggest frog she had ever seen. She heard a frog say, “Take these two down to the opera hall, I´ll let the toad know they´re asking questions.”
Then she passed out.
When she came to, she was sitting in a balcony in the plushiest red velvet seat she had ever sat in. She felt odd. She felt like somebody else and her head was a little sore. A frog gave her some orange juice. He told her to wait here and then he whispered to her that Thunder thighs would sit beside her when the performance was well underway. The banjo jumped a bit. Molly plucked the strings, “This could be good,” it plonked.
Molly found the opera a little boring but the costumes were fantastic. She wondered did the frogs make them themselves, If so, they were a highly talented lot. The audience area was jet black when the lighting was focused on the stage. Then to make things even darker the red velvet curtains in her theatre box closed. She turned around. There closing the door to the balcony was the largest being with floppy rubbery feet. When he took the trench-coat and blond wig off she almost puked. This was the famous toad alright. His thighs were so big he couldn´t sit down in any of the chairs so he stood at the back of the balcony.
“I understand you´ve been looking for me.” he said in a deep croaky voice.
Molly stared at him and asked herself why wasn´t he called big head, his ugly head was twice the size of his thighs.
“A friend of mine is in trouble and he needs the amber amulet to get him out of it,” she lied.
“What will you give me in exchange for the amulet?” asked the toad.
“This banjo is neat, do you want that?” offered Molly.
“If I´ve go my facts right, it´s not yours to give, I hear it belongs to the hare,” the toad pointed out while he played with the amulet around his neck.
“All right so, I have nothing to offer you, but I´m desperate,” pleaded Molly.
“That´s not good enough,” said the toad. He put back on the trench-coat and blond wig and turned away. Molly grabbed the banjo and whacked it as hard as she could across the back of his squishy head. “Ouch,” sang the banjo. The toad fell to the floor. Molly unfastened the amulet from around the toad´s neck, grabbed the banjo and ran out the door. She opera was still in full swing. She made her way out of the theatre and carefully ran into the foliage. She had what she wanted, now she just needed to find a way out of this place.