They don’t crawl out. They burst. Tiny, living toads erupt from cratered holes in their mother’s back, like a horror film you can’t pause. This is not a monster. It’s a real animal, alive right now, in muddy water you might one day swim in. The skin ripples… bulges… then toadlets explo… Continues…
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