Well, I didn't exactly bump into him, mind you. He zoomed straight into me on his little plane. For goodness sake! A FROG driving a plane, and wearing a purple and black armour? That was crazy! But not as crazy as talking to a fox with a red and green suit earlier.
I mean, this must be a crazy day.
The frog bumped into my side with a thud, before jabbing furiously at his controls and screaming bloody murder from his seat in the tiny plane. I watched with amusement as the frog tried to make a detour, before realizing that his plane was suspended in mid-air by my fingers.
He wasn't going anywhere! Gosh, the frog was cute! HA! So I took the plane by its propellers and began walking up onto the sidewalk to show Mom this amazing flying amphibian.
"How dare you! Who do you think I am?" The frog yelled at me in English.
I was slightly taken aback. "A frog?" I admitted truthfully.
"A FROG?" He screamed, thrashing about in his pilot seat angrily. "Annoying Human! NO! I am the Great Leon! Ace Pilot of Star Wolf!"
"But you look like a frog," I said unafraid. After all, no matter how great a frog was, he still couldn't do anything much to human. Maybe he could croak at me angrily and jump on me furiously, but that was all.
"I am no frog!" He yelled hysterically. "If you must know the more degrading term, it is a chameleon, not a frog!"
".... Alright," I relented. "Though I don't see the difference, Chameleon."
"The Great Leon," he corrected irritably. He hesitated for a moment or so before casting me a sideways glance. "It's you! You're that meddling humani fool who aided Star Fox!"
"A fox?" I asked, perking up. "Yes! There was a green and red armoured fox in my garden!"
The Great Leon cursed me every single bad word he knew. "So you admit it!" He shrieked. "You helped Star Fox!"
"I told the talking fox where I last saw the talking wolf if that's what you mean."
"You..." A large maniacal grin tainted his features. "I am the assassin of Star Wolf! And you will die! It seems that it is you whom I was sent to murder!"
"They sent a frog- I mean, a Chameleon to murder me?" I asked incredulously.
"Do not look down on me! I shall torment you for all eternity instead of handing you a quick death!"
"Sure, sure. " I muttered. "I'm having frog legs for dinner by the way."
"I'm not a frog!"
I ignored him. "Mom!" I called out from the backyard. "Come and see this! An amazing talking Chameleon!"
The Great Leon's eyes widened in pure horror, before aiming his tiny little gun at me. Idiot. It was just a little froggie gun! What could it do? Maybe a little needle might come out through the hole and poke me or something. I honestly didn't know what to expect.
But I definitely did not expect this.
I started shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking. And it seemed like I would never stop. Fine, I did stop, but by that time, I was the about the size of a tiny ferret. No wait, I was a tiny ferret to be precise. With fury paws, and fury feet... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED?
I took a deep breath and looked to the Chameleon which was approximately the same height as me now. He was grinning sadistically and triumphantly, as though he had fulfilled his life's sole dream or something.
"You were part of the war," he chortled wickedly. "Therefore, for joining the losing side, you must pay!"
"If I wasn't wrong..." I stammered, frightened now. "I think the 'little war' you were speaking off happened in my garden."
"What?"
"You were talking about a fox and a wolf right? I saw them both," I told him. "Chasing each other about in my garden. Oh yes, and with weapons. I thought it was some sort of dream."
I watched as the chameleon furrowed his brows (if he had one) in careful deliberation. "You talked to the fox, didn't you?"
"Got a problem?"
"Yes," that scary smirk of his returned to his features. "We want to know where that stinkin' fox is. So you, little fool of a humani are going to tell us! YOU, ARE GOING TO HELP US!"
"And if say no?" I stuttered, knees shaking.
He didn't reply, only tied me up with tiny ropes which didn't seem so tiny anymore, and chucked me on his 'Star-wolf plane'. Then, the Chameleon climbed onto the front seat and started the engine once more.
"We can torture you for the information," He said. "Torment you for eternity for it! - and you will remain a prisoner! Or you can just tell us. If you do, we will allow you to be a true member of Star Wolf!"
"Why the hell would I join a Wolf's gang?"
"So you won't get tortured!" He grinned merrily at the thought of torture.
I didn't want to get tortured, nor did I want to join this weird team called 'Star Wolf'. What kind of name was that anyway? All I wanted to do was go home. But at the moment, it looked like it was impossible.
What should I do?
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