The Great Bullfrog

I'm trying to write more fiction. This is a little 100-word exercise I whipped up real quick. I'm writing another story about frogs right now. I'm still alive.

The great bullfrog sat in front of the oak tree with his eyes closed, bathing in the moonlight. He waited silently, listening to the music of the forest. The chirping of the crickets. The wind whistling through the reeds.

"I am here, Nathaniel." he bellowed to the forest. The chirping stopped. The bullfrog shuddered. "Remember our agreement."

The attack came from behind. Talons sank into the bullfrog's spongy flesh. The bullfrog instinctively kicked his hind legs, but it was too late. He was being lifted off into the night.

He had fathered many children. This sacrifice would protect them all.