The frog knew not why he cried. Nevertheless, his tears dropped like the heaviest of rainfalls, pouring, endlessly. In realization of the tears that blurred his vision, he gave out a haunting wail. All the frog could do was wonder why, why would I, why would I ever be needed by anyone. For all his existence he was so alone, knowing not anyone, only hearing, never to be heard. Though this time, it was different. On this day, he would do anything for that one person who heard him, who saw him. Ah, thinking back now he thought it may be too late. No, it did not matter whether it mattered or not. He would do everything in his power in order to do anything that could possibly matter to them. This was his resolve. The frog readied himself and with his all, he jumped the highest and the farthest he had ever done before. The frog had made his way out of the well.
The frog in a well
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