You'd think Willow would have memorized the layout of the school by now. But when you combine the headiness of a bookfair with the exhaustion of her morning wake-up call it was far too easy for her to fall into daydreaming and lose track of where she was.
Then she heard it.
Ribbit.
Ribbit.
She slowly turned around to find herself backed into a corner, surrounded by the horror.
FROGS.
Willow clutched Pumpernickel the kitten close to her and wished she could get control of her fear enough to use magic to banish all of the evil green monsters.
But first? She'd need to remember how to breathe.
This could take a while.
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