 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine accepted her frog with a murmur or thanks to Noble. She stared down at the dead, little creature. Poor thing. It was dead and now she was going to scavenge its body parts. But would she rather go write a report? No, she could push through all her feelings, she was sure. Instead, she waited slightly impatiently for Noble to move them on.
The first of the instructions came and the Snakette picked up her wand once more. “Conserve condio.’’ Everything was done as she had practiced earlier but like she had suspected, the spell did not immediately work for her. “Conserve condio.’’ There was no sheen, however slight, that appeared. “Conserve condio.’’ Oh. Was that a sheen? It was gone soon enough and the frog did look different than it had been a few seconds ago. Claudine supposed that meant that she had finally been successful.
She glanced at Noble’s pinned frog to get an idea of what next to do. Her own frog was gingerly put on its back before one, two, three, four pins were used to place the legs in place. Claudine winced with each pin she used to get the job done. Next, her attention moved to her textbook to locate that cloaca Noble spoke of. Once she did, Claudine followed the instructions, using the scissors to cut from there to the lip. It helped a lot that she had a pair of sharp scissors. Next, she gently peeled back the two flaps of skin. She pinned them down; this time she did not wince. Now, she was looking down at the insides of her frog.
Interesting.
And a little nauseating. |