The Frog

The Frog

Happily hopping along through the back yards of old houses chasing after insects and love, the frog leaps and jumps and doesn’t land. He vanishes out of sight, this was not just a change in terrain it was deep and dark as the frog expected to land on solid ground he observed the day turn into night as the sun went out of sight. The frog had jumped into a pit. Thirty feet deep, plop, the jump ended finally at the bottom, and as frogs are so nimble, the landing was not so terrible; his only thought was that there were not enough insects in this well to live for a long time. He longed to be free and out of the well and immediately set out to escape. Each day the frog could jump up three feet, it was his forte. Unfortunately, over night the slippery well walls allowed the frog to slip back down two feet. The scene played out for many days when around the 20th day the frog found he could see in the light of day and on the 26th day the frog could almost see over the top of the well wall, but alas, he was only able to jump three feet up in one day. And then night would set in and he would be back down two feet once again. The glimmer of hope knowing that all is done for a reason and that one day, the next he surely will be free.