Frogtopia. - A paradise in a living form. The place constantly bustled with activity, the traffic of which consisted purely of fuchsia blush automobiles streamed into the city, disappearing into the deep recess of it's throat. The climate was amicable, with temperatures plenty bearable on both sides, and a moderate amount of rainfall that would frequently ensue a good harvest. Planes were frequently heard rushing overhead, as there was a great demand to travel in and out of the peculiar capital. The people resided happily into their homes in the city, and they grew up hearing the mighty Frog breathing and thus did not much travel as they despised the seemingly unnatural silence that was found elsewhere. The Frog blinked and sighed, seemingly unhappy, but it never moved. Just stayed there, as it was supposed to. After all, what would happen to all the people otherwise? They should die! There used to be tales of a time where the Frog would wander, and that the people loved it, but they were all dismissed as the Frog had been created a long time ago, yes, but it was still rather preposterous for what should happen? They never knew how it ate, or whether it did. They never knew another life. They never knew how to get out without electricity. Over time, the capital grew and grew, until it hard a rather large population. The Frog, which has once seemed bored, now just sat there, never doing anything, just listlessly staring into the distance. It rarely blinked. The planes never went in, for the cars would all have to stop, and that would cause large, unnecessary delays, and the tourists felt claustrophobic, anyway. As such, they would land in the large airport that resided next to the Frog. One day, all the electricity went out. Nothing came in, and nothing went out. That was the end of Frogtopia. It soon rotted, and thus shall never be revived.
