It was just whispering in the trees, but there were words in it.
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At 8:30 precisely, the frogs beyond the hills scream. I didn't mean to make this so ominous. I meant literally at 8:30 every day from spring to autumn, frogs in the woods over yonder hills will yell in unison. Usually for about 20 to 30 minutes.
I don't want gender; I want wings and the ability to breathe fire.