Our Lavish Weevil

idk why i wrote this

This lavish weevil lived in an acorn upon a small hill. A dapper bug he was, a top hat with a monocle he always wore. He owns lavish oak furniture with other leafy decor. No weevil on this green earth could ask for more. While sipping his tea, his house began to rumble. He could feel his house being raised up, then it fell to the ground all tumbled. 

This lavish weevil stuck his head out, he saw a silly grey squirrel and began to shout "You daft, four-legged despicable creature! This is my home, my house. Have you not anything better to do?"

The silly squirrel was surprised at the fact that such a gallant bug could live in such a nut. "I'm sorry wittle buggy I didn't mean much..."

The tannish, brown color on the weevil began to turn red. Blinded by anger this is what he said, "You certainly have no idea what you've done! I'm the richest weevil in all of the Oak Tannins and you will pay for the damage caused by your teeth!"

What could a silly squirrel do with this upset, tiny weevil? Surely, he couldn't run away. For that would be evil... 

The grey squirrel reached in his pouch and pulled out a silver foot of a frog. "This is all I have wittle weevil, I found it in the bog..." The silly squirrel handed the silver foot to the lavish weevil.

"Thank you so much for this silver bit of toad. This has covered what I am owed." The lavish weevil held his new foot and felt it trying to hop. "What did you give me squirrel? Make this foot stop!" When the lavish weevil looked up and the silly squirrel was out of sight...

The lavish weevil had gone to bed, trying to forget the day and dream instead. He was in a land of mountains, mist and clouds. Caves and caverns of old sung songs of long forgotten time. There was one song, that made the lavish weevil open his eye.

*we have waited so long*

*the time is now here*

*a lost but found foot repairs a broken home*

*now the hopping shall begin*

The lavish weevil jumped up to see a giant frog hovering over the mountains. He was of pure silver and had blue eyes. It had a purple cloak with golden embroidery and a golden crown in the shape of a crescent moon. This is one strange dream!

"This is no dream."

The lavish weevil's eyes peered into the floating amphibian's.

"I know you hear me. I am called Maerylch, Hopper of Worlds. I see you have my foot, that you happened to 'Earn?'"

"The squirrel of near gave me this foot, that's all I have to say. Away with you, dastardly toad!"

Maerlych is no normal frog. He is the essence of swamp, bayou, marshes and bog. 

"You silly little weevil, have you not the eye for power when you see it? We will devour your kind, your homes, I mean it!"

This is just a dream, it couldn't mean much. When the lavish weevil woke up, his home was being crunched. The frogs were eating weevils, and the squirrels munching nuts.