His throat opened under stale wind and screamed sharp sounds like fish fin pricked and cut soft hand tissue. The bruise was a pinch because the eye can only see what was there before the attack surprise.
He performed dog magic in Prague under willows but lacked important mastery techniques. Turned rock to frog but not back, simply a half witted magi ruined like slapped sewn hide leather.
Crisped under hot red sun he shakes in his boat like maracas he curves with blue currents to shore. With a boat in the mud jammed rudder he stares at clouds hugs himself and sees a rock kiss a frogs belly.