By day, the bullying continued, but I knew that I would have to do  something or end up in the froggy-morgue.  I avoided my brothers and sisters where possible and began to hatch my plan.   After much experimentation I was able to devise the perfect revenge.  Although, physically, I was a little small for my age, my intellect was towering.  This, of course, set me far above my meat-head kin.  In many ways I am grateful for the DNA accident which left my siblings with all of the family brawn divided between them, but settled the vast majority of the brains on me. 

 

As many of you may know, the skin of certain types of frogs exudes a deadly poison.  After careful experimentation I was able utilise some of this poison (obtained from a visiting relative - many times removed) to form a solution which, although not deadly, would have many unpleasant side effects if ingested or absorbed through the skin.  I tested these side effects very carefully on local humanoids.  Obviously i increased the dose greatly.  When I was fairly happy with the results I tried the dosage on myself - having first hidden carefully where I knew I could remain undiscovered for a couple of days.  The results were devastating.  At first I believed that I had taken too much.  I could feel death winging her dark way towards me.  But then, the symptoms began to ease - and although after a couple of days I was still a little weak and shaky, I could tell that the worst had passed. 

 

I can hear many of you asking why I bothered to ensure that the dosage was safe?  Why on earth did I risk my own life by testing my poison on myself?  Well, these are both exceedingly good questions, to which I can only answer that some inherent amount of familial loyalty must have been guiding my actions.  I could not - despite all of their cruelty - countenance the murder of my own kin.  I hated them, but I was not, as yet, willing to kill in revenge. 

 

The next day I arose early and visited my sleeping siblings.  Oh so quietly I went from brother to sister, gently anointing each slumbering forehead with a small amount of the solution on the end of a stick.  So careful and so quiet was I, that none awoke.  I then stepped back to observe my handiwork.  Soon they began to wake.  The air became thick with the sounds of froggy agony.  I watched from afar and chuckled quietly to myself.  I followed the progress of the poison - being already familiar with the effects that it had had on myself.  I watched as my relatives doubled up in agony.  Nausea and diorrhoea were rife.  Suffice it to say that the pond had ne'er before smelt so thoroughly unpleasant.  I could see that they believed death was on the way - and knowing first hand, as I did, the effects of my solution I knew that it was going to get worse before it got better. 

 

By the evening the bullies were so desperate that they were looking anywhere for help.  As I sauntered gently up to their quarters I could see that my time had come.  They turned to me with a pathetic look of desperation in their eyes.  I could see that it was time to implement phase 2 of my plot........