There once was a frog who loved to sing, dance, and play.
He was so full of energy and life, but the other frogs began turning him away.
Getting lonesome, he wandered deep into the woods, in search of a friend.
But there was no one who would play with the frog.
“You’re just a frog.” They’d say.
The frog kept going deeper into the woods, and it began to rain.
He sought shelter beneath a rock that stuck out of a small hill.
It rained. It poured. He thought it might never stop.
He waited and waited.
Then suddenly, the rock slid down the hill and trapped the frog in the mud.
“I’m going to die here!” moaned the frog.
He squirmed and wiggled, he fought as hard as he could. But the more he struggled, the more he became stuck in the mud.
Eventually the rain began to let up and he noticed a raven in the distance, hopping along the ground.
The frog cried out for help, but it was no use. The raven didn’t seem to hear him.
It was then that the frog noticed a wolf getting ready to pounce the raven.
“Watch out!” the frog called out to the raven, to no avail.
The frog closed his eyes because he couldn’t watch.
*tumbling through the leaves*
The frog opened his eyes to see the raven and wolf playing!
It moved his heart to see them so freely expressing themselves and having fun.
By now the rain had stopped, the sun was shining again, and the mud was beginning to dry.
They weren’t a wolf and a raven in that moment, they were just two souls having a good time!
The wolf pranced and the raven dove, a dance of sorts. And as they did, the frog found himself uplifted and he began to dance too.
He slowly shook off the cracking mud and crawled out from beneath the rock.
From that day forward, the frog sang, danced, and played, no matter what anyone else said. For he was never “just a frog” again.