Serenity was a frog. A distorted, unpleasant-looking frog. Or perhaps they weren’t really a frog at all, but in any case, it was a lot easier to believe that they were. This fact was the only thing that the townsfolk could count on about Serenity. Without any qualities other than the semblance of a mucous-encrusted amphibian, Serenity was also peculiar in that they never had a location. At times it seemed that they must be somewhere, for if they were seen, surely that must be where they were situated. However, it was often the case that being in one place didn’t prevent Serenity from being somewhere else too. And then there were times when Serenity was nowhere at all, when really they must have been in at least one somewhere. It was a wonder if there really was such thing as Serenity and not just some devious, backwards illusion that had come to infect the entirety of the village—or almost the entire village. One single boy had never come across Serentiy. Not even the...
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