Once there lived a frog king named Donold, known throughout the swamp for his eerie presence. With bulging eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness, and a sinister croak that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it, he was feared by all the creatures in the swamp.
Donold’s kingdom was a murky, shadowy place, his subjects tiptoeing around him, terrified of his wrath. Whenever he hopped through the swamp, his slimy skin glistening in the moonlight, the other frogs would scatter, hoping to avoid his gaze.
Rumors whispered by the fireflies at night hinted at dark deeds done by Donold, tales of missing frogs and strange disappearances. His croak echoed like a curse through the swamp, a warning to all who dared to challenge his rule.
Despite his creepy reputation, Donold’s power over the kingdom was undisputed. None dared to stand against him, for fear of what he might do. And so, the creepy frog king ruled in solitude, a shadowy figure haunting the swamp, his croak a chilling reminder of his dominance.
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