Reiterated,
As in:
Sure, Winsley was a bit piqued that the old bullfrog from Frogweek refused to cover the elite press conference with the sated (and successfully bribed) large mouthed bass, Godfrey H. She scoffed at his excuse that his absence was about ethics.
“As if,” she thought.
She still had the writers from Popular Amphibians and Vanity Frog and that would be enough. This would be a powerful, cross-species event and, provided the huge fish cooperated and didn’t eat anybody, it would be a wildly notorious event in the Turtleback Hills. Sales of Solomon’s book would soar but that would only be the start of things. Winsley was sure of it.
And it did go well. The writers listened dutifully to Godfrey’s mostly on- script confirmation of the encounter that never happened and Godfrey did his part fluidly.
Then, near the end, came the question they hadn’t rehearsed.
“What’s in it for you?” asked the writer from Vanity Frog.
“Me?” Godfrey H. replied.
“Yes, you,” the writer reiterated. “It seems like Solomon made a fool of you and now that you know he’s safe to eat, you’re out telling his story rather than dining on him. What gives with that? Why not just make a meal of him and his frog friends?
Winsley’s heartbeat doubled. Solomon’s skin changed from mostly green, to mostly blue.
“Well, I’ll tell ya,” replied Godfrey H. “First thing you gotta know is that I’m a fish who can take a joke. The second thing you gotta know is that as irresistibly delicious as many of you think yourselves to be, we large mouthed bass are evolving, watching our weight, looking out for our blood work. Me, I’ve grown to much prefer ciscoes, shiners and sunfish. They’re a bit more work to catch but a great source of omega three fats. Frogs have just become curiosities to most of us anymore. So, yeah, I’d rather hang with Solomon than eat him.”
This was a big lie too. But the writers bought it and so would most of their readers.
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