In a pond not far from here, there is a mother frog releasing a bunch of eggs into the wild. Healthy and beautiful eggs swimming in a green pool of water. So beautiful that they caught the attention of a nearby hungry school of fishes. The fishes looked at themselves, looked at the eggs, and back to each other, ready to pounce, but not sure how to go about it or who should go first. A brave fish took advantage of the confusion, and, against the strong currents, swam as fast and as strong as it could manage. Seeing this, the other fishes, scared of losing their meal to the brave one, started swimming aggressively toward the little frog fetuses, biting, tackling, and shoving their fins into each other's eyes. The brave fish, barely escaping the chaos, was now close to the eggs, and opened its mouth, revealing its scary pointy teeth. 

At the end of day 1, half of the eggs were gone, and the remaining ones were scattered all around the small pond. The survival rate of these little fetuses was extremely low. Some died from predators, others from too hot water. Not all got the chance to become cute little tadpoles, and not all tadpoles don’t have the chance to become frogs. This is nature, this is the survival of, not the smartest, nor the strongest, but the luckiest. The luckiest of the eggs was the one that got stuck under a rock near some tall seagrass. The egg became a tadpole, the tadpole developed legs, letting it have some control of the water. The tadpole kicked around for a bit until it became a full grown frog. 

The grown frog enjoyed his time in the water, but it alway wondered, what’s beyond the blue water. It saw the light penetrating the water, and it followed rays of light. It swam out of the water and into the shore. The warm sun warmed its body for the first time, letting his blood rise up in temperature. It felt nice, the sun felt nice, the warm gentle wind felt nice on its skin, everything felt nice to the frog. A fly flew by, from pure instinct, its tongue shot out of its mouth, catching the fly midair, and it shot back into its mouth, letting him have a yummy meal. It was different from its usual algae, it was tasty, and it was meat.               

The frog was bored, its life consisted of waking up everyday, catching its full of flies, and escaping the usual predators (that annoying stock absolutely refused to leave it alone and don't even mention that otter in front of the frog). It was getting repeating, the same thing everyday without any kind variation. It was losing motivation until it met the cutest and prettiest frog that it has ever seen. Its skin was so moist and wet that it made any leftover puddle from a thunderstorm jealous. Its protruding eyes were so large that it made the frog think of those round pebbles under the pond. How the frog dreamt of interlinking their webbed feet! It spent its days thinking of that cute frog, it was love at first ribbit. 

The best flies, the best ribbit, the best pebble and the warmest spots were all given by our frog to its love. Everything for a chance, for a look, for anything. A new motivation, a new meaning to life, but it wouldn’t last long. On a warm lazy afternoon, the two frogs were out on the shore, enjoying the nice weather, one enjoying the company of the other while the other didn’t. The annoying stock flew over and saw its supper just laying down defenseless. It dived, ate the lover of our frog in one gulp, and flew away. Our frog could only look helplessly, a gap formed inside his small frog heart. Meanwhile the parasites inside the lover rejoiced at being able to enjoyed a bigger and tastier target.  

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