Same contest, take 2. This entry is diametrically opposed to the first entry. I think I like it better...
Two good ole boys crouched by the swamp under the crescent moon. The ribbitting revelry was raucous.
“Do you think we’ll see it?” asked Abe.
“Definitely. It’s that time o’ the month. You know, hormones. And there’s too many toads. It’s a re-gu-lar smorguss-board!” answered Jeb.
“Curse it all! I forgot my bi-noc-u-lars!”
“Shh! It’s comin!”
Out of a misty cloud came the soaring harpy. Diving fast, claws outstretched, aiming for a big, fat, juicy toad.
All that was left was a splat of blood.
“Whooeee! That was amazin! What’s it called agin?”
“A Krokolian Rage.”
“More like Croak-olee-an.”