Frog, The Lifeguard

"Yo, hold up, little dude!" the frog croaked, jumping right in front of the duckling. "You gotta cancel your plans for the pond today. Seriously, do not go in there."

The duckling tilted his head. "Why? The water looks Gucci to me."

"No way, man," the frog whispered, eyes wide. "There’s a massive swamp-beast—a real-deal crocodile—chilling by the lily pads. He’s basically a giant tooth with legs, and he's looking for a snack. If you go out there, you’re not just going for a swim... you’re going on the menu."

The frog pointed a shaky flipper toward a dark log that was slowly starting to blink. "That’s not a drift-log, buddy. That’s a danger-log. Stay on the grass unless you want to be a duck-nugget!"