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| The Scream. By Edvard Munch |
I woke-up from a nightmare... I was trapped in a room full
of snakes. Throat burning, took a stroll down the dark corridor to get a drink.
Suddenly, I felt something climb-up my leg. My blood-curdling scream woke the neighbors up.
It was a frog. Embarrassed... hope for poisonous snakes the
next time I scream.
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P.S: Time- 3.00 am. Wrapped up my studies and went
down-stairs with half open eyes. The dark living room at this ungodly hour was
serving party for a couple of nasty frogs hopping about our house. Stepping on
their squishy bodies and having them jump up on my feet in retaliation was not the
kind of thing to be expected at this time of the night. I cursed loudly, but
they were just frogs. And for all I know, they might be cursing me too for the
intrusion. Nonetheless, decided to scream my head off in this F-55!!
