E.H. Aitken

It is impossible to conceive a fate of more unmitigated horror than that of a frog being sucked down by a snake, its foot already undergoing digestion, its legs stretching all the way down the enemy's slimy throat, and its body slowly but surely following. Happily frogs cannot have much imagination, yet they must realize the situation to some extent for they give expression to the anguish of their souls every few minutes with a wall so unspeakably woeful, that it ...