Despite having decided upon a course of action, I had no idea of how I would locate the masked assassin - never mind how I would destroy him.  I had to assume that this frog was a trained killler and that in a face to face confrontation I would most likely come off worst.  After a great deal of deliberation I realised that the only way to gain my revenge was to play a long game.  Despite my earlier foray into the world of poisons I was not a yet a killer.  To destroy my enemy I must, of necessity,  become him. 

 

My grief transmuted into rage, I gained the motivation I needed.  I knew that there was only one place in which I could learn my new trade ..... The Montgomery T. Frogmont School  for Trainee Assassins - affectionately known by students as Monty's. 

 

Monty's was a long established institution in Frog City.  Initially designed to provide the government with an elite team of assassins it had gained private funding from a number of rich "business-frogs" who operated on the fringes of the law.  It occasionally occured that one of these frogs wished to see a rival competitor "disappear", but didn't want to be implicated himself.  Monty's graduates would arrange such "disappearances" for a fee agreed by the  school.  The government turned a blind eye to the extra curricular activities of the Academ, mostly - it was rumoured - because it meant that they did not have to foot the increasingly large running costs of the institution. 

 

My mind made up, there was no time to lose.  I packed my meagre belongings in a small knapsack and left on my journey towards Frog City.  I knew that the next time I returned to my home I would be a very different frog. 

 

I didn't look back once.