by Ann B
short story from the Point of View of a Frog
“Oh how I wish I could fly. Life would be grand! If only when I jump, I could stay in the air. All the things I would see! All the things I could do! I know we eat those flies, but what a life they must have! All they need to do is smarten up. I don’t know why they bother flying so close to us. After all these years, you figure they would learn. I’d be a smart fly. I would know better than to fly near frogs, or any other animal bigger than me. I know better than getting near those snakes! I know what will happen. I remember Uncle Fred’s stories. He saw one of his friends hop close to a snake once, and devoured in seconds. Uncle Fred was never the same. He stays on his lily pad all day and never leaves. But I am much smarter than my Uncle’s friend. As soon as I see a snake I dive deep into the water and hide - just in case it’s a snake that swims. I wouldn’t have to worry about those snakes one bit . if I could fly. They would never be able to reach me. I could fly so high they couldn’t even see me! Oh if only I could fly.”
Lola crouched back on her pad, gazing up at the flies swarming overhead, when out of the corner of the sky, a black bat swooped in and snatched one from the air.
“Oh how lucky I am to swim! How lucky I am to dive and hide from animals who want to eat me, and still be able to leap into the sky when the mood strikes me. Oh how lucky I am to swim and hop.”