He paused.
Then crawled up out of the bin.
"Kind of a bloody story. I was down by the Ditch, doing the regular. Heard some laughing. Loud, stupid."
His ears laid back and his lips pulled back from his teeth.
"Three of 'em. Humans, or somethin' like. Somethin' tall'n ugly, anyhow. They'd found some toadfrogs as had washed in on some debris. They were stompin' on 'em. That's what the laughin' was 'bout. So I asked 'em to stop. Polite-like."
Sneers and laughter turning into screams, begging, eyes wide in terror, one of them crying out for his mother as Ikkit, having hamstrung him, dragged him out to the Ditch and submerged his head until the waters had eaten his face off.
"Once I'd cleaned up after m'self, heard a little croak. Fekt had made it. Hadn't gotten stomped."
