"Croak!"
"Look quickly, the elder, the elder has returned from his campaign!"
"Fool, you should call him the State Preceptor, State Preceptor!"
"State Preceptor Big Frog! The State Preceptor has become even more handsome."
The frog heads jostled, a large anchor crashed onto the riverbed, and a colorful array of frogs paddled forward, gathering together. Big Fatty pushed Second Fatty, squeezing to the front of Old Toad, prostrating with a grand bow, spreading his entire self out.
"State Preceptor! We welcome the triumphant return of the State Preceptor!"
Old Toad snorted through his nostrils, with a yellow belt strapped around his waist and a small yellow leather bag attached to it. He held a scepter with his webbed claws, wore a treasure crown on his frog head, and his big red cloak fluttered grandly as he descended riding a frog.
