Tib looked at the branch overhanging the edge of the pond hoping to see food, but there was nothing but leaves. As he sat there watching, he glanced to the blue up above, as he always did. Sometimes it was all blue, other times all white and sometimes both. Although it was something a frog does not normally think about, Tib always thought about the up.
His friends made fun of him all the time. “Waste of time you idiot! We will never know what happens up!” or “Can’t you be serious for once? Who cares what’s up?”
He didn’t mind the teasing, but he still wondered. Why does up change? Why does it move sometimes and not move other times? So many things. He did know food flew around the up, and that there were bigger things too. Birds for one. They learned early to stay away from birds. Some birds actually thought that they were food! He had lost a friend once, when they were very little, to a bird.
Suddenly something huge blocked his view. Tib froze, he couldn’t even think what to do or how to get away! A giant hand grabbed him right behind his tummy. He couldn’t move his legs! He could barely wiggle his toes! Was this like a bird? Was it going to make him food?!
The huge thing suddenly made a happy sound, and Tib found himself looking into twinkling eyes. The giant stood into up, raising Tib high above the water, into the up too, and made noises, and laughed. Then, it put Tib down and it went away.
After that day, Tib never even thought about the up again. From then on, he spent all his time thinking and talking about giants. His friends thought he was a hoot.