On a warm summer night in 1754, the people of Wyndham, Connecticut awoke to a terrifying noise.

It sounded like thousands of voices, all wailing in unison.

And what's worse, the cries seemed to come from all around and even above the village,

and they were only growing louder. The people were terrified. Mind you, the French and Indian

war had broken out only a couple of months prior,

and the threat of ambush was on everyone's mind.

So, when they heard that terrible cacophony,

the locals figured that there were only two possible explanations.

Either the apocalypse had finally arrived as the Bible promised it would,

or they were being attacked.

Now, if it was the first option, there wasn't much they could do about it. But the second, well, they had a bit of say over that, and so

fearing that the noise came from descending Wabanaki or Algonquin warriors, a scouting party was

sent out to investigate. They searched all night, until at last, as the morning sun

crested over the horizon, the scouts discover the cause of the racket, but it wasn't a military

attack. It was bullfrogs. Hundreds upon hundreds, perhaps even thousands of screaming, dying

bullfrogs whose tiny corpses now filled a dried-up mill pond,

and whether done in by drought or disease, they certainly weren't a threat to the poor people

of Wyndham. It wasn't long before the story of the town's big scare got out. The incident came to be

known as the Battle of the Frogs, and for years, Wyndham was the butt of countless amphibian-centric jokes

and a number of comical ballads to boot. It just goes to show, sometimes the smallest characters

can stir up the biggest trouble. I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is lore.

Thank you. I'm Aaron Manky, and this is Lore. The twins from the Shining, the children of the Corn, Damien from the Omen.

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