Blog #4: The Pharaoh promised Moses

 Everyone makes promises.  Mothers promise good things from Santa for good children; couples promise to stay together; others promise to keep secrets. We all make promises to ourselves. Many promises get broken.  At the Foxberry, the promise of spring was far off and winter brought long nights and short days. But strangely, on this day, here in St. ----, the weather had warmed enough to allow for the exodus.
     When they decided to close the power plant and move to the other side of town,  Glenn Electric promised the town that everyone was "safe." The newspaper's headline showed the shuttered windows and chained entrance, and a clean bill of health was stamped on the notice placed on the massive doors. Some promises were never intended to be kept.
     They arrived early in the evening when the light left is just enough to make your way. Darkness soon will arrive. The frogs were leaving their home next to the creek because promises weren't kept.
       Most people first noticed the sound they made. It was if they were imploring everyone out into the streets. Like "hey, hey, this way, this way." The frogs appeared first on the Taft statue in the small pool at the base of the statue.  When it became too crowded, they searched for other sanctuaries. The exodus made some people think they were in a waking dream. Others simply stood and watched the progression.
     After a while, the frogs couldn't be ignored. A few had managed to get into the lobby fountain, while others headed to the large outdoor fountain at the end of Effugium -- a fitting Latin name. There were, of course, unfortunate casualties.
     But it was the sound, the constant, layered murmuring wafting through the streets and reverberating off buildings that made everyone notice.
      Cats appeared and chased them into corners. Some well-intentioned people gathered a few intending to return them to the creek but realized that the exodus was away from the creek.
     The sound drove many inside only to find a stray Peeper, Leopard, or Pickerel frog just trying to make its way. Some followed the pilgrimage as if they, too, were seeking sanctuary from broken promises.

Due date: Jan. 14th. Two things to include in your blog: 1) Incorporation of frogs in someway is necessary to get a passing grade in this post 2) Think about how you can weave magical realism into your characters story.  Are you the agent or the affected? Remember the rest of the blog post will include the other plagues, along with solving the murder of Mr. Evans.