Sep 2014
There once was a little frog who desperately wanted to be something more. He would sit on his lily pad all day and would imagine himself a fierce pirate that pillaged and plundered across the seven seas. He fancied himself a warrior who saved the world on a daily occurrence and always got the girl. However, every time the fantasy would end he would look down into the water and be reminded that he wasn't any of those amazing things. He was just an ordinary frog. No different from the other frogs int he little pond. But, oh how he wished to be extraordinary.
One day, the little frog was in the midst of an epic space adventure when a loud noise brought him crashing back into reality. He looked around but saw nothing wrong. Just then a loud scream pierced the air. Being quite startled and a little scared he jumped into the water. He peeped under his lily pad to see where the awful noise had come from. In the distance he saw a flurry of movement. Both terrified and curious he slowly swam towards the chaos. Making sure to stay well hidden under the lily pads of course.
As he got closer he was better able to make out what exactly was unfolding, much to his horror. In front of him law a horrible scene that even his own imagination couldn't have prepared him for. It was a blood bath with frog guts and frog limbs strewn all about.The terrible noise he had heard was his fellow frogs screaming out as a crane of significant size was devouring them in a most savage manner. The poor little frog was at a loss on what he should do. Petrified, he floated there under the lily pad unable to do anything but watch his frog friends being massacred.
That was at least the case until a particular scream made his muscles twitch to life. It came from the pretty frog that he had often imagined winning the affection of through noble deeds. Of course, he had never quite imagined this scenario out; but, it followed the same basic concept of his other fantasies. He had to be daring and rescue the damsel from her untimely demise. With courage he did not know he possessed he leaped out of the water and dashed over the lily pads to save his fair lady. He didn't even stop to think about what he was doing or consider a plan of attack. All he could think was impressing her and finally being extraordinary.
Unfortunately, as you might have guessed, a little frog does not stand a chance against such a formidable foe. The crane saw the mad little frog hopping towards him and thought to himself 'oh my, he looks quite delicious!' Within barely a moments time the crane had swooped over to meet the approaching frog and simply opened his beak wide. The little frog blindly leaped right into the gaping mouth and down the throat. The poor little frog's last thoughts were that of his image looking down into the water from his lily pad.
One day, the little frog was in the midst of an epic space adventure when a loud noise brought him crashing back into reality. He looked around but saw nothing wrong. Just then a loud scream pierced the air. Being quite startled and a little scared he jumped into the water. He peeped under his lily pad to see where the awful noise had come from. In the distance he saw a flurry of movement. Both terrified and curious he slowly swam towards the chaos. Making sure to stay well hidden under the lily pads of course.
As he got closer he was better able to make out what exactly was unfolding, much to his horror. In front of him law a horrible scene that even his own imagination couldn't have prepared him for. It was a blood bath with frog guts and frog limbs strewn all about.The terrible noise he had heard was his fellow frogs screaming out as a crane of significant size was devouring them in a most savage manner. The poor little frog was at a loss on what he should do. Petrified, he floated there under the lily pad unable to do anything but watch his frog friends being massacred.
That was at least the case until a particular scream made his muscles twitch to life. It came from the pretty frog that he had often imagined winning the affection of through noble deeds. Of course, he had never quite imagined this scenario out; but, it followed the same basic concept of his other fantasies. He had to be daring and rescue the damsel from her untimely demise. With courage he did not know he possessed he leaped out of the water and dashed over the lily pads to save his fair lady. He didn't even stop to think about what he was doing or consider a plan of attack. All he could think was impressing her and finally being extraordinary.
Unfortunately, as you might have guessed, a little frog does not stand a chance against such a formidable foe. The crane saw the mad little frog hopping towards him and thought to himself 'oh my, he looks quite delicious!' Within barely a moments time the crane had swooped over to meet the approaching frog and simply opened his beak wide. The little frog blindly leaped right into the gaping mouth and down the throat. The poor little frog's last thoughts were that of his image looking down into the water from his lily pad.
