HP Lovecraft wrote that the footmen of the elder-gods were froglike beings, slime clad dwellers of dankness. When the gods withdrew from the earth, for reasons known only to themselves, the frogs remained - but only as bog-eyed shadows of their former selves.
The frog, Star-Spawn of Cthulu; She waits eternally for the call of her shambling betentacled master. One day she will heed his screech and join the blind-idiot god Yog Shothoth. Only then can she regain her true form. Even now, she longs to serve those gibbering and mindless aincient-ones.
She longs for the day that she and her writhing childrren will once again be froggy servants. Only then will she unleash this simpering spite, for she has been chosen to torment mankind, until its final insanity.
A tadpole feast… tasty.
Perhaps he was inspired to write about them by visions such as this: The tadpoles are hungrily devouring the mouldering remains of frogspawn that has failed to hatch. I think the eggs died on an unexpectedly frosty spring night. Strange that the tadpoles did not attempt to eat it until it had first aquired a layer of gleet.
The surface of the pond appears to be fizzing with the tiny creatures; Their little tailes enthusiastically wiggling in an orgiastic display of canibalism. The tadpoles are mired in the rotting remains of their brothers.
One day her children shall rise up and defeat us all…
“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange æons, even death may die” - HP Lovecraft
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