Maya and Anna had come to the museum to see the frogs. And the frogs were beautiful! There were frogs in every color, and frogs that sang croaking songs together, and frogs that could climb trees all the way to the top. But,
Back in the corner,
where the light wasn’t bright,
There was a frog set apart from the others. He didn’t have a sign that said his name. He was big and grey and had big eyes like marbles. Maya and Anna ran over to the glass of his cage and pressed their noses to it. This was a special frog, they could tell. This was a frog like no others, and there was a reason he was kept back in the corner where the light wasn’t bright and set apart from the other frogs.
“Mister frog, mister frog,” said Maya, “why do they keep you back in the corner where the light isn’t bright and set apart from the other frogs?”
The frog sat on his stick and thought for a moment. “It’s because,” he said, “I like the corners and the dark and being alone.”
“But what about your friends?” asked Maya.
“The other frogs can’t talk,” the frog said sadly. “And they don’t want to be friends with a frog that can.”
Maya and Anna thought about this for a long time. They discussed it back away from his cage for a little while.
“Can we be your friends?” they asked the frog.
A tear came to the frog’s eye. “Would you?” he asked, “Would you really?”
“Of course,” they said. And, back in the corner, where the light wasn’t bright, was a frog not so apart from the others anymore.
Written on 3/5/16 at RMSC for two girls who thought no frog deserved to be lonely