Rain Storms, Homicidal Frogs and Feral Cats

Once Upon a Time;
We went for a very long walk on the beach in the dark of night and after many grievous and painful hours plowing towards our destination, the rain that had started off as an annoying drip began to pour down in cold slants against our backs. We plodded on through the harshest of weather and eventually made it to the towering pier that had for so long loomed in the distance. Aching for an escape from the ever moving sand sliding beneath our feet we crawled beneath the beams into the darkness and out onto the street. On we trod, determined now that we would have an easier journey, but alas it was to be ever out of reach of our grasps. Wet through and shivering we took the perilous and treacherous path just inches from the speeding cars ploughing down Highway 12. In front of me she shrieked and jumped and we heard its murderous cry loud and long. If frogs usually make a ribbit noise, then what in the world was that? Please don't leave me behind, the Homicidal Frogs will get me! Picking up speed isn't easy after so much plodding, but adrenaline does almost magical things to the body and soon we are all going at a pace that was... well honestly not much faster. The noises continued and we thought for sure that we were done for, and then green yellow eyes fixed in on us from the rushes and told us in no uncertain terms that this was their path and these frogs may be homicidal but they were also their property. FERAL CATS! Feral cats are dangerous, and our bodies are terribly cold now so when the lights of Haven breech our vision we make a mad dash across the slick blackness of the road and under the not-so-sheltering rim of the Sunoco station. Thank God for Ali or we might never have made it home alive!