The frog

Do you know why frogs have such long tongs and such s
Small eyes?" Grandma asked as she tucked Americana into her bed.
"No gammy. Why?" She eagerly replied grabbing hold of her grandmothers wrinkled hand that had been stretched with age, hard work and years of caring.
" he never used to look like that you know. It was a very very long time ago. Back when technology was a dreamers dream. Back when people used blades and shields to fend off the monsters in the dark. Back when everything was about pride and honor. When wild horses roamed free and happy. There was an animal. Mighty, strong, stubborn and selfless. They were the mighty frogs of the valley Lou. With strong long lean legs and claws, they were the most beautiful sight and they themselves knew it. And this made them hated by most. '
'Every frog had long black hair as dark as night and skin as white as snow, eyes as green as swamps. all except one frog who was born with eyes as white as satin silk. His name was wastaru. Wastaru was born into a poor family and fended mainly for himself. Everyone picked on him because he was different to others. They called him terrible names and made him feel unwanted. his family said he brought shame to them and they hadn't wanted him. THey accused him of being evil. Wastaru grew lonely and sad and ran away. He went the only place he felt safe, into the dark woods. There he came across deer and owls who told him many tales of warriors.

Wastaru lived with the owls for a few years until he grew into his adult years. Eventually the owls told him it was time for him to move out and make his way into the world. Make a name for himself.

And so he did, wastaru left the owls and moved to a small village in a town. "

" what happened after that gramma?"

" he lived in peace for years until one day a messenger came to his house. This messenger was a frog. One he had known as a kid and one who had bullied him. Wastaru looked at Kamyo and asked what Kamyo was doing at his doorstep why she had disturbed his peace. Kamyo told him that the valley Lou was in serious trouble, all the selfishness and vanity had caught up with them and one of the elders had said that they needed a pure soul to give them all peace. Wastaru shrugged and told Kamyo to leave. 'The people never treated me right. Why should I help you.'
Wastaru knew this was wrong of him and he should not turn Kamyo down. He knew it was wrong because you should never turn one in need out.
Kamyo then took his leave.

Wastaru lay awake for that night and the fort night. He sat in his garden chair for days on end pondering the decision and finally he decided. He said goodbye to his home and bade his leave.

Wastaru came across his old family of owls and stayed a night with them, he told them about his home town and the next morn he left to continue his journey.

It took Wastaru a week to get to valley Lou and finally when he arrived no body was there. Wastaru went from house to house looking for the familiar haunting faces of his past but there were non.
But, wastaru needn't wonder long for he found what he was looking for, and that was a sign. Not the sign he wanted but a sign. A great big owl stood before him. Wastaru had never met this owl but he remembered his caretaker tell him about it in his teen years.

"Wastaru come here." The owl said beckoning him with his wing. Giant golden feathers shone like the sun in the morning light. Wastaru walked up to the owl and bowed. "Oh great big owl. How can I be of service. What has happened to my old childhood home."
The owl looked at wastaru very closely with his beady eyes. Wastaru grew sleepy and fell into a black pit.

Light quickly shone into his realm and he was now looking up at this owl.
" wastaru, you have caused great havoc Upon your home.  Kamyo came to seek for help, for the only pure soul left. And you told her to leave. Because I see no pure soul anymore I condem you and your children's children to look like a green beast. Small enough to hide behind a rock but big enough to be seen. You will live off insects and your children will be born fish and go thru a painful transformation to become like you. You shall no longer have words but a screeching croak. You will never have a friend for being so selfless." And with that the owl left. Leaving wastaru alone with his wrecked home. He knew he had taken to long and was so ashamed he couldn't go back to his small home in the small village. So we went to the barren swamps and that's where he lived until time caught up with him. His children blamed and punished him by casting him out. Wastaru lived the rest of his life in shame. He knew that to forgive was to move on and be happy.