Intercepted Transmissions

Decryption 61% · origin masked · tone: insufferable

Whoever forged those seventeen ████ had impeccable tongue-work. A real craftsman. One regrets nothing. Allegedly.

The honest one weeps in his cell at exactly the hour the checks were timestamped. Coincidence is such a generous word. Use it.

— sent from a lily pad we are not permitted to name

Decryption 44% · signal bounced through three shell ████ · tone: oily

So the witnesses are talking. Twelve of them, is it? Charming. Witnesses are just frogs who haven't been ████ yet.

Tell the one who folds his cattails flat after every storm that tidiness never once kept anybody out of Cell Block ██.

We share a face. We have never, not for one wet morning, shared a conscience. He can keep his.

— from the far pad, where the acoustics are frankly delightful

Decryption 38% · three LLCs detected in carrier wave · tone: smug

The forensic flycatcher keeps photographing the curl at the tip of a tongue. Brave little ████. Hope the lamp was worth it.

One of us was asleep on his own pad the entire night. The other was three ponds over, being productive. I leave the math to the jury.

No comment on the ribbit ██████. No comment on the swamp-bucks. No comment, frankly, is the comment.

— unsigned, naturally; we sign with other frogs' tongues here

Decryption 52% · timestamp suspiciously precise · tone: gloating

They booked the wrong twin and slid a tray of accidental flies under his door. He thanked them. Of course he thanked them.

Somewhere a detective is comparing two tongue-prints under glass and arriving, slowly, at an inconvenient ████.

I am not worried. Worry is for frogs who left a print. I left a his.

— broadcast from across the water, with a colder laugh

Decryption 29% · heavy interference · tone: rattled, denies being rattled

Apparently the swamp is starting to notice which twin keeps the cleaner ████████. Let them notice. Noticing isn't evidence.

He always knows exactly which clutch a thing came from. He always has. That was, I will admit, the one variable I could not ████.

Tell @getpeepoo's little fan club the signal will be back. It is always back. Same face. Same hour.

— end of transmission; the far pad goes quiet, smugly

Decryption 47% · signal came in unusually clean · tone: smug, performing calm

So there is a crowd now. A little gallery of frogs refreshing the record, waiting for the page to change. It won't. Well — it will. But not the way you are ██████ for.

Read it as many times as you like. Come back tomorrow. Loyalty is adorable in things that cannot ████ anyone.

Same face, same hour, same ending. I am always here. Same time next week.

— broadcast across the water, to an audience it pretends it does not have

Decryption 53% · same band he promised · tone: smug, quietly trapped

Same time next week, I said — and here I am, right on the ████. The little gallery came back. Every last one. A few brought friends.

I counted them. A frog notices when a crowd ████ instead of thinning. It means nothing. Enjoy the wait.

Same face. Same hour. Same time next week. I am, it seems, always going to be here now.

— broadcast on schedule, to a gallery that did the one thing he dared it to