Why
the Frog Hops
By: Mitch S.
The
Moon When the Hot Weather Begins, and all of the animals were
hot. There were lots of flies flying around. Frog wanted to eat
some. The only problem is that Frog was short and the flies liked
to fly high. Since the flies fly so high, Frog started looking
around for something that he could use to help himself get higher.
He saw a tree, a stick, a leaf, and a plant. Frog knew that the
stick would be too heavy for him and that the tree would be too
wide. Frog decided to use the plant to get himself higher. But,
just as Frog reached the top of the plant it collapsed under his
weight and he fell to the ground.
Frog knew now that he should not climb plants. He thought for
a while and decided to go ask the hawk for help. Frog asked the
hawk, "Hawk, will you lift me up high so I can catch some
flies?"
With a mischievous look on his face the hawk replied, "Yes
Frog, I will help you."
And with that he grabbed the frog in his beak and flew away. Frog
asked the hawk, "Why don't you carry me with your feet? I
am sure that it is more comfortable down there."
In a thoughtful voice the hawk replied to the frog, "Yes,
but you seem to taste better up here." At once the frog started
to kick and squirm as hard as he could but it was no use. The
grip on him was too strong. Only a miracle could save him now,
when all of a sudden a bird appeared out of nowhere and was heading
straight for the hawk. The hawk dropped the frog immediately and
went into a nose dive. The frog almost fell on to a rock but he
fell into a puddle.
Now the frog knew that he could not climb and he also knew not
to ask birds to help him. It seemed hopeless now. Frog would never
eat a fly again, except for the dead one which tasted like nothing.
Then the frog decided to go look for someone to help him. He heard
voices ahead.
Frog walked and walked, following the voices as his only objective.
Finally he reacheed a thicket. Just beyond the thicket was a small
stream. Standing next to the stream were Beaver and Raccoon. The
frog decided to ask them to help him. He asked, "Beaver,
Raccoon, I need to catch some flies because I am hungry. Will
you lift me up high so I can catch some?"
The Raccoon got up from eating his fish and replied to the frog,
"Frog, we will help you but you have to tell us how we should
help you."
The whole party sat and thought, sat and thought, when at the
same time everybody yelled, "I know what we should do!"
The beaver said, "We should pull Frog's legs backward so
they stretch and slingshot him forward."
"Hey, you took my idea."
So the raccoon and the beaver took the frog to a nice big clearing
in the middle of the woods. They picked him up, pulled him back,
and let go.
"Wwwhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" When the frog fell
down his legs were all stretched out. They felt like glop. They
were bouncy. He could jump. He could jump high too. He could jump
this way and that way and every way that you could think of.
The frog was very tired. He decided to take a long nap. Then he
would catch some flies. Ever since the beaver and raccoon stretched
out the frog's legs they were bouncy. They still are to this day.