Over by the place where Cynder had been hurled, there was an enourmus frogweed. It was, say 10 times larger, and was wide enough to probably fit at least 3 of the guardians Inside. Cynders voice, muffled was screaming from inside.
"Let me out of here you big lump of mossy compost!"
The frogweed showed an astonishing lack of movement.
"I'll save you Cynder!" yelled spyro, lounging at the overgrown plant.
Snap! Out lashed the frogweed's tongue, immediately snaring Spyro and swallowing him.
"My hero." said an exhasperated Cynder as Spyro landed on top of her in the stoumach goo of the frogweed.
"Don't worry," said Spyro, "even at this size, a frogweed Is meant for eating bugs and flies. There's no way it'll be able to digest us. We just have to wait untill someone comes and kills it... Or for it's digestive system to ... Eject... Us."
"Great." said Cynder "how the he'll are we going to pass the time?"
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