Four Post-Its

[happytimetemp]

::carrying a box with holes punched into the sides, George headed from her room into the Dining Cart. Flies were in short order on a moving train, and she was determined to find something that her pesky stupid frog would eat

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[72yroldpitviper]

::Walks into the cart, catching a glimpse of the lone box on the table. Out of curiosity, he goes over to peer inside it::

[happytimetemp]

::inside, the frog crouches under a collection of leaves and twigs. After a second, it ribbits at Madarame and attempts to jump, unsuccessfully, out of the box::

[72yroldpitviper]

::Corner of his mouth twitches:: ...What's this? ::About to lift the lid completely to check it out::

[happytimetemp]

::George, looking over her shoulder, spots Madarame::

My frog. Don't let it get out, the guy takes forever to catch.