A Frog

A Frog Frog, what did he do wrong? He was run over by a car, dead. Long and bitter cold winter months he was hiding in a cave, frozen, did not move like a rock. When the earth began yawning the icicle from the ceiling started to melt and as its weight grows, the water drip, drip, drips wetting his head thawing his stiff body. As the drops of water accumulate it becomes a little pool that allows the frog to submerge his body in the water. As he is immersed in the water his skin begins to soften and his body becomes flexible; he exhales the hard wintery solid air effortlessly and inhales the floating spring breeze lightly, and as he begins to breathe freely his heart starts to beat. The heart-beat brings him back to life, and as the number of heart-beats increase his reason for life becomes more meaningful and obvious, life is not a one-time deal strait-lined horizon but a circle that is to convey the genes from one generation to the next for the betterment of new lives. He opened a history book and found that he is one of the successors who won the theory of natural selection and survived through the harsh winter. The history book enlightened him, his family genealogical record tells him that he came from the pond in the lower land at the foot of this mountain; his father was eaten by a snake and his mother was swallowed by a stork. His desire to see the pond becomes his obsession, his eagerness to pass his genes to his offspring becomes intense, and that’s why he became a hypnotized that moves only by a sexual urge, he becomes a slave of carnal desire and goes after a mate blindly. He jumped out of the pool and started to jump and leap for the lower land where the pond is, but a well-maintained wide road which was not mentioned in a map of the history book lay before him to cross; he hopped into the paved road anyway, at that moment, to quench his inflaming carnal desire, clouds gathered and covered the sky, then, a torrential rains started to pour, simultaneously a car—he never saw before or heard of, dashed through like a thunderbolt; alas, he was run over by the car. What did he do wrong? His only desire was to be carried on a she-frog’s back in the pond to sow his seeds. All the body-fluids from his broken body also gushed out and the sperm, which drove him into the flame of lust, was mixed in this fluid as well; the rain water carried semen downward with all his other body-fluids. Some of them became the flowers that after flowed into the pond, while others became the ripples in the pond that will diminish one day pacing the surface of the water like an annoying tinnitus.