The Frog’s Jig

The frog was sitting beneath the surface of the puddle, and the woman watching him declared that he was the most handsome frog she had ever seen. The frog’s heart swelled up, and he danced a jig for joy. But then the other frogs said that the woman had only frog's jigseen the frog as a flat frog, as a picture without depth. The frog was sad for a moment, but then he thought and hopped and splashed and he was on the bank of the pond.

The frog was sitting on the bank of the puddle, and the woman watching him declared that he was the most handsome frog she had ever seen. The frog’s heart swelled up, and he danced a jig for joy. But then the other frogs said that the woman had only seen him in 3 dimensions, and what good was that. The frog was sad for a moment, but then he thought and hopped and splashed and traced out on the spacetime before the woman a hypercube.

The frog was now four-dimensional, and the woman now was kind of nervous looking at him, but she said again that he was the most handsome frog she had ever seen. The frog’s heart swelled up in seven dimensions, taking up far more volume than seemed possible. The other frogs sat with their mouths hanging open as he stretched out in new geometries and dimensions and danced a jig the size of the universe on the edge of the pond.50x50

Written on 2/13/16 at the RMSC for a little girl dressed all in blue

The Frog's Jig