Words:
instrumental; to whitewash; tapdance; frog; flood
Story:
Every frog gathered in the thick of the swamp to celebrate together the first anniversary of the Finding of the Keyring. The musicians were selected by the court chamberlain of the Frog King, so were the dancers, who danced the traditional frog-tapdance briskly in harmony with the instruments, much to the delight of everybody. Certain frogs were imitating enthusiastically the famous group ’’Frog of the Dance”, while others were chatting by the riverside where the bar counter was.
Oscar was looking for the beautiful Vanessa with his eyes, and there was not that army who could holding him to ask her for a dance. Poor Doug! He was terrified of the result of this ball for a week because he knew Oscar’s temperament. Doug’s nervousness didn’t soothe when he heard the voice of the one of the strict but fair safety guards. The guard considered a frog, who always creates, too drunk to take part in the celebration.
’You will be whitewashed to the wall!’ Doug heard an other voice from an other direction, which croaked very familiar. He had a premonition. He turned to the direction of the voice and glimpsed Oscar who entered into a immense controversy with Bennie, the nephew of the king just a jumping from the dancers. Bennie was the heir apparent to the throne and he really cared about how one looks. So when Oscar strode his feet in the heat of the dance involuntarily, quite honestly, Bennie took it amiss. But our friend, Oscar, was not from that tadpole become a hero frog, who won’t put up with this. It started loud jibber-jabber, then they didn’t care the bigger and bigger group of the bystanders and came to clash with each other. In the heat of the bottle they started to damage in the territory of the swamp.
Nothing could finish their discord but a catastrophy which arrived soon. With thunderstorm & earthquake, it left panic & dirt-sea everywhere in its wake. As far as frogeyes see, wee green patches were buried under the mud from the rainwater.
In this disorder Oscar was looking for his beloved Vanessa and his best friend Doug, but in vain. During the strange flood he may have lost consciousness because when he finally regained consciousness, his hind legs were tickled by the water of a little garden pound, and he relaxed his forelegs on a warm and dry stone. His head was throbing, while he was trying to find something familiar in this place. Something silverly glitter struck his eyes. It was not far from Oscar in the grass. If he tell this at home…!
Home, he thought to himself sadly, while he was approaching that metal something. But this is… this looked exactly like… the precious treasure of the frogs! In his astonishment he forgot to close his mouth.
He heard an unknown voice from afar, so he searched for a hiding-place.
’Frederick! Didn’t you see my keyring? You know, it’s my talisman. I can’t believe that I’ve lost it again!’ The voice was vexed, but it didn’t raise fair of it in Oscar. She was just talking and talking, but in Oscar’s ears only one word echod even when the owner of the voice approached his hiding-place. ’You were right! I found it!’ She was happy.
The brave frog found out at last the secret which he, for many years, was looking for: the keyring.
end of part 2
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