he wandered off into the deepest abbyss of his mind... floating through neverending space like a sea cucumber that fell of an underwater cliff. he flew by old memories and feelings... that warm summer night, when he felt rejection for the first time by this cute frog girl, which led him to the decision to build his life around workout and workout only... there... his father teaching him how to swim as a little tadpole... oh how he and his 372 sisters and brothers had looked up to that seasoned frog... his mind swirled in a mixture of sad melancholy and hopeful dreaminess for the future... he wanted and did not want to let that weird little boy pass into the forest... why did he even want to go there?... did he not know the dangers of that forest?... there was a reason the fittyfrog had stayed away from it if the opposite wasn’t extremely necessary... but who was he to know which paths that little human boy desired to follow?... not letting him pass suddenly seemed so harsh to him... he had to let him through...
that and much more was what the passed out fittyfrog was thinking about while slumbering a deep sleep...