Though some of the days in Destiny City stubbornly remained hotter than Sailor Bacchus would have liked (despite his many explicit statements that he would prefer that they cool down), the rain brought with it some welcome relief. The frogs seemed to like it too, even if they were moving a bit more slowly as the temperatures dropped. He’d been bitterly disappointed to find out that they hibernated during the winter so it only made sense to look for them while they were still around. Maybe he’d even get a chance to see one going into hibernation, burrowing into the mud to wait out the cold. It was, after all, why he’d made his way to the edge of the park in the autumn damp.
Carefully picking his way around the pond, he stopped short at the sight of an oddly shaped mud puddle. The deep space senshi hadn’t been on Earth anywhere near long enough to be familiar with every variety of sludge it had to offer, but something about this one looked
strange. Curiosity piqued, he gave the edge a light prod with the toe of his boot. Before he could quite register what exactly was happening,
something had engulfed him up to his left ankle.
“Son of a ********>
A string of further colorful expletives escaped Bacchus as he realized that despite his best efforts, the mud thing was pulling him closer.
