Sawtooth Spire i've heard about this frog, it's a very tiny frog, but it's also very special

it went without saying that his pretense of suspicion made phaedra giggle with delight. she brought her toepetals to her mouth to hide it and the smile creasing her eyes, which grew visibly wide when he questioned her own name! stomping her foot back down when he inferred it could be snail. those snotty things?! "nuh-uh!" she refuted. mushroom! what a silly notion! that would make her deadly! she was nae but a wee, sweet lamb! "NUH-UUUUUH!" she said even louder, though the giggles were trickling back into her mouth. 
and then, oh, how the turntables. stinkbug! she stopped jostling her shoulder to gawk at him, a withering glare pointed directly towards his face like it was a dartboard and she was mentally bullseying every throw. "am nod sdinky bug!" she refuted with a moue, nipping at his elbow playfully before rebounding as her happy self and snickering again at the cluttermouthing of geheimnis.  
after they'd stopped and she was about to pull a fast one on him, he took her unawares and got to it before she could, pecking her forehead and declaring kiss chase! dumbstruck, the pale child stood there for a moment to register that she'd just been reverse-uno'd on her own hornswoggle play.
"IMMA KICK YOW ASK!" she bellowed. whoever she'd gleaned that one from, to mahler's luck, she'd misheard them. 
sdinken-phae-bug took after stinkendzehen and they played kiss chase and hide-and-go-seek until mother called her home for the evening.