"Joshua."
"Oh!" Jack jumped and straightened-up. He had been ferreting out the various frogs that made it to the roof. He admired their persistence and felt the need to give them sanctuary.
"Joshua."
"Here, my name is Jack." Jack said standing amid the pots with a frog in each hand. "How many times do I have to remind you? And I'm a bit busy at the moment."
"Joshua. This needs to stop."
"I didn't start it. I am trying to rectify a few things if you haven't noticed."
"Go find the one who will end this."
"The frogs?" Jack placed the last two frogs that he could find into the cage with the others. "What do you have in mind. Please," He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, 'keep it simple. I am finding it all a bit much right now."
"Go find the teacher."
"Mr. Salimov?"
"Yes."
"Fine, but I am busy." He headed to 203.
As he stood in front of Mr. Salimov's door, he took a deep breath. He heard a soft peep behind him. He turned and reached down gently scooping-up the small Peeper.
"Okay," He whispered and knocked.
When Mr. Salimov opened the door. He paused, looked at Jack, then at the small frog. "Yes? Can I help you?"
Jack looked into his eyes and wished he didn't feel so rushed. "Mr. Salimov The question we should all be asking is how can you help this town."
Mr. Salimov blinked. Jack sighed, turned, and walked back down the hall. "And bring the watch. You may lose track of time."
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