So once upon a time there was a frog. This was an ordinary frog and it did the things that a frog does. It wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. It may have been sitting on a lily pad at some point once in the present, past, and perhaps even in the indeterminate future, but other than that it just did frog things. There were times that there was croaking. There were times that involved walking. Sometimes there was spawning.
As far as I am aware, there were times in which the frog was not immersed in water.
Anyway, there was this one time when the frog was both a frog and not a frog. Of course this caused some serious issues over its own recognition of identity and self-worth. It was stuck there for a while, paralytic at this contradiction in reality of which was the reality in which it had found itself living with. This caused more than one issue, of course. There was stress, anger, anguish, confusion, abrasion, bewilderment, angst, and so on and so forth. There were plenty of things that were causing issues.
Eventually the particular issue was resolved and the frog was then fine, or something. However, it did not enjoy the contradiction as somehow the brain of a… I don’t know… something too ridiculous… had been swapped into its space of cranium and therefore the contradiction was caused.
Anyway, once the contradiction was resolved it realised that it did not mind the experience too much, but of course something else happened and then it just went back to doing the things that it was doing in the first place.
Bear with me on this one. I’m tired and and trying to get flies to stick to walls.
So anyway, there was one time when the frog immersed itself in water. When it had immersed itself it shortly realised that it had no reason to be in the water and so removed itself from a state of immersion and then walked off to somewhere else so as to be able to do some other things. There are things that frogs do of which I am not privy to, so you’re just going to have to use your imagination on this one as I’ve no real idea on what was happening. It did what I knew it did, then it left the scene and as I’m merely a spectator I was no longer able to see what the frog was doing. Sure, I could’ve gotten up, but I was fixed to my position and so I had no choice but to watch the scene from a fixed angle.
Let us all assume that the frog left to go and play korfball or something. That works. Frogs now play korfball. That is what the frog did. It was on a team of recreational korfball players and that is what the frog went off to do. Of course, in doing so, it had plenty of fun.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:29:19
Not sure if I can explain this one.
I can confirm that it is indeed rather silly.
Written at home.