Could you write the stream of consciousness of a froggy trying to cross a river in hard rain. Something vaguely Joycian.
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Could you write the stream of consciousness of a froggy trying to cross a river in hard rain. Something vaguely Joycian.
user
Rivulets. Runels. Rushing water all around me. But stop. I need a cricket for my lunch. What do crickets think of when they're being snacked on? Will they sing inside my belly? Will they tell the temperature of my small intestine with the frequency of their chirping? A chirper and a croaker we. We should be allies but, instead, I eat you and you bother me. Bother me with your noises and your nosey looks. Jumpers we, both. I deserve to be here in this torrent. Deserve to be here swimming, drowning, for the sins of eating the flesh of another hopper. 

I could have learned to sustain myself on algae. Algae don't hop. I could have picked an ancestor from a photosynthesizer. Tired legs keep carrying. Swimming one foot towards the bank and two feet down the stream. Carried away from home and destination. It's getting cold. If there were a cricket here, it would be chirping slower. I feel my insides freezing up. Have I even come any closer? Who can tell with all this drumming, beating water? Who's thirsty anyway?
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Could you write the stream of consciousness of a froggy trying to cross a river in hard rain. Something vaguely Joycian.</s>
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Rivulets. Runels. Rushing water all around me. But stop. I need a cricket for my lunch. What do crickets think of when they're being snacked on? Will they sing inside my belly? Will they tell the temperature of my small intestine with the frequency of their chirping? A chirper and a croaker we. We should be allies but, instead, I eat you and you bother me. Bother me with your noises and your nosey looks. Jumpers we, both. I deserve to be here in this torrent. Deserve to be here swimming, drowning, for the sins of eating the flesh of another hopper. 

I could have learned to sustain myself on algae. Algae don't hop. I could have picked an ancestor from a photosynthesizer. Tired legs keep carrying. Swimming one foot towards the bank and two feet down the stream. Carried away from home and destination. It's getting cold. If there were a cricket here, it would be chirping slower. I feel my insides freezing up. Have I even come any closer? Who can tell with all this drumming, beating water? Who's thirsty anyway?</s>
