Croaking in a froggy kinda’ way…
You’d think that living in the greenest and freshest areas, and being able to climb walls or jump like a Super Hero – would make it happy. BUT NO!
Just like you and I. Compared to how people lived just a couple hundred years ago, WE are given every commodity we need to survive – and BEYOND. Yet, we still sound like the frog when you stop to listen to most of us.
Listen to the frog. Even the name we’ve given his stressed voice brings to mind a harsh– event. Its not “Singing” or “Cooing” like the birds above- nope- its “CROAKING”.
Listen again to the frog- Riiiibbbbb- ittt. The only animal so fat and full that we can’t even SEE its rib cage! But still Croaaaakkkkking, and complaining- Riiiibbbb itttt.
Listen to that glistening, little fella’ out there in the moss. He sounds like he is so rusty, barely able to get a breath or sound out despite living in a world of moisture. He sounds more like a rusty door out in the middle of a ghost town! The very opposite of what he is and where he lives. What’s up little Frog?
Oh, wait- we’re like that too aren’t we?
Can’t exactly go around expressing pure Joy, and Love and Happy Energy to the folks in the office can we? Or to the family, or the neighbors, or your friends all the time, can we? You’ve got to wear that “Badge of Busy-ness”, and make sure everyone knows and sees that you suffer- just enough. So you can be like them.
Reminds me of one of my favorite cartoon scenes as a kid… click Warner Bros.
RiIiiiibbbbb itttttt barely squeaks out – why sound so beat down and rough and dry – when you are not?
Why sound like something you’re not, little frog?