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Think about this;
20 days after the monument, a small frog disects itself, it's not a frivolous act. However, three or so red pencils consume his liver as he was poking at it. But he's happy, it's not everyday a being made up of molten lead and a material similar to "Wood" picks at your liver.
Night falls, but his day isn't over just yet. The small frog looks up at the stars and sees his own reflection?
It might be late, but it's never too late to play a game of "Eel Catch" with your best buds. Sadly, as the frog's best buds leave, he falls into a state of depression. It's not because his freinds left, but because his house is filled entirely with eels.
The frog's day was hectic, a roller coaster of emotions. He feels nothing but happiness in the last few moments of conciousness before he falls asleep. He wakes up the next morning, ready for another day.