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I think this makes perfect sense. As swamp drainers toil away at dehydrating the fruits of the vineyards of wisdom and experience, those croaking frogs, descended from the sleeping great reptiles that saw no reason for alarm over hurtling asteroids, fail to notice a creeping increase in temps of the swamp water in which they squat and croak. They fail to notice how their croaks become louder and more raucous for no recognizable reason.

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