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Several nights ago I was walking down Queen St on my way home from my job as a late night baker. A slow chill ran up my spine as I slowly became aware of something following me. Without bothering to turn around, I instinctively knew it was the giant frog I had short changed earlier that night and that he had come for a piece of my pie. I started running. As I ran Queen St began to change, becoming greener and rockier until I was wading through a stream. I was now in his element. As the water got deeper and my legs began to fail me, I could feel the frog’s clammy breath on my neck. I resigned myself to my fate and sank into the river’s icy depths. It was then that I felt strong hands on my shoulders lifting me up; I opened my eyes to reveal the ground far below me and the frog a tiny speck shaking its fist and cursing my name. I looked up and saw that my saviour was none other than my girlfriend Rihanna. She met my gaze, smiled and winked as we flew onward through the sky.