Frog Clan Territory.
The Fat Catfish swished its long whiskers, wept, and said its goodbyes to Big Fatty and Second Fatty, making its way south.
Two large frogs waved their webbed feet, witnessing the departure of the Footless Frog, and hurried back home unpaid.
They stretched limbs in all directions.
Time to lie down!
The round entrance, the expansive slide corridor, a five-story duplex, perfectly divided in golden ratio, complete with a yard, a mud pond, a resting stone, and all sorts of furniture—everything one could need. Looking down from above, it resembled a giant, spinning snail shell on the ground, spiraling up to the very top where a huge fish bone was inlaid; the fish head pale and ferocious, bones piercing towards the sky, silently rotating with the water flow, exquisitely beautiful.
A flagship product from Fat Fist Heavy Industries!
