His large, bulgy eyes rolled around in circles as he
watched all the other frogs. Their were tongues going everywhere. In fact,
there were not only too many flies, but there were far too many frogs at
that pond. There was no room to leap, no room in the water to cool off,
and there were two other frogs sharing the same lily pad with him. It was
just too crowded.
As Forrest sat thinking about this, he was kicked in
the face by a frog that was trying to hop to another lily pad. As another
frog leapt through the air, its leg kicked him in the tummy, which was
full of flies. Everywhere he looked there were frogís legs. The noise was
unbearable. CROAK! CROAK! CROAK! It went all day and night. Forrest never
got any sleep, any peace, or any quiet.
He decided that he needed to go and find somewhere else
to live. The summer sun had dried up most of the once-huge pond, leaving
just this small, puddle-like spot of water. When another frog landed on
top of his head with a splat, Forrest knew it was time to leave. He
squeezed his way through the mass of slimy, squiggly frogs and hopped off
into the bushes. Before he got too far, he turned and looked back at the
pond. All he could see were frogís legs. He was glad to leave! Surely he
could find another pond, a bigger one somewhere else.
Forrest leapt across the dirt. He could feel his moist
skin drying up. He knew he needed to find water soon. He heard some deer
up ahead and knew a pond couldnít be too far away. He hopped quickly,
plopping his body on the rich brown soil. He stopped when he heard a
hissing sound. He didnít move, but stayed completely still, listening.
Without moving his head, his large, googley eyes turned and he saw a snake
sitting against a large rock. It was coiled up; its tongue was flickering
in and out of its mouth. Forrestís mind started racing. How would he get
out of this mess? Snakes eat frogs. He mustered all the strength he could
and leapt through the air in a huge leap, leaving the ready-to- strike
snake to wonder where his meal had just gone.
Forrest knew he needed to be more careful and watch
where he was going. He soon arrived at a pond. It was much bigger than the
last one. He could hear several other frogs, but it wasnít like the old
pond. He jumped through the air, landed in the water and hopped onto a
lily pad. It felt good to have the water rushing over his dried skin. He
shut his eyes and rested.
Only a few minutes had passed when Forrest felt his
lily pad being lifted up into the air. It went higher and higher. He
peered down over the edge to see what was happening. A tortoise had gone
under the lily and stood up. The taller the tortoise stood, the higher
Forrest went. Suddenly the lily pad slid off the tortoiseís back and it,
along with Forrest, fell right into the pond. The tortoiseís feet stomped
the lily pad to pieces and nearly missed Forrest. The frog was scared. He
came to the top of the pond and saw that there were tortoises everywhere.
This pond wasnít going to be safe. He swam to the shore and hopped away.
There were many animals around each of the ponds he
came to. He saw deer, fox, a bear or two, a few rabbits and some
squirrels. There were also many birds flying down to quench their thirst
at the pondís edge. Forrest needed to be very careful.
After hopping for a long, long time, Forrest finally
arrived at another pond. He couldnít see any animals there. He didnít hear
any other frogs. He peeked under the water and saw there were no tortoise.
Feeling safe, he hopped in and sank down into the cool water. He soon fell
asleep beneath a dark sky filled with twinkling stars.
When he woke up, he had the feeling that he was moving.
He opened his large, bulging eyes and looked around. It was pouring rain,
and he was being carried down river by a huge wall of water. He looked up.
There was no longer a pond. He was now in the wide, raging river
surrounded by steep banks on both sides. He grabbed hold of some reeds
that had been uprooted and caught in the strong current, and held on to
them as he was carried further and further away. Finally the water calmed
down. Instead of a raging torrent it was now a smooth flowing river.
Forrest swam over to the riverbank and sat on the mud.
After resting, he hopped around, looking to see where
he was. He saw some deer. They were standing in the shallow edge of the
river. He saw some large trout swimming lazily in the middle of the deep
river. Many birds were landing in the water, catching fish in their beaks.