Tap Dance

He moves down the row driving a spike into their heads. Tap tap - double taps one tap would have done. I think he enjoys it. maybe his wife henpecks him. I stare at the frog allotted to me; small, green, wide grinning mouth. It looks like a cartoon drawing as it sits motionless between folded legs. I think it likes me. I half expect it to make a sardonic quip about the nerdy lab tech and his thin silver death-prong. Tap - Tap Later, my frog is reduced to just one limb attached to an oscillating current. The leg dances on.