When The Red Pill And The Blue Pill Meet The Story Of Two Frogs.

By
Ange Fonce

In a land where the rolling hills ran down to the sea... there stood a small village... no one knew exactly how long the village had been there... yet over time the thick stone walled cottages with there thatched roofs had stood the test of time and many a sea storm for many generations.

The village had a pretty green... and many flower gardens... and the men... and women often meet there  to spend time with each other in the day.

Yet none of them knew that deep down inside the village well... lived a lone... solitary frog.

How did that frog get to being living in the well?

He had been dropped into the well by a bird when he was only a tadpole... he only knew the inside of the well... which he though was very pleasant... grand... and he know with great intimacy... he knew nothing outside of the world of his well.

The only thing he knew that was different to his well... was when buckets were lowered into the water... and then drawn up again... to disappear out of sight... the frog never really wondered were they come from... it was of no concern to him.

Then come a time when there was a storm... there was often storms and there never worried the frog being deep down in his well... yet this storm was different... it rained... and rained for many... many days... then one day without warning... there was a... “plop”... in the well.

“What is this?”

Thought the frog to himself... and he swam of to investigate... and found himself staring at another frog!  

This frog had been living in the nearby river which flowed down to the sea... and because it had been raining so hard... and for so long... she had been washed onto the now flooded village green and had jumped into the well for shelter.

“My dear fellow.”

Said the well frog in amazed surprise... he had never seen another frog before... and never knew that others like him existed.

“Where did you come from... how come you are in my well?”

The river frog replied...

“I live in the river... near the estuary... where the river joins the sea beyond... the heavy rain has caused the river to flood... and I was tossed about until I ended up on the village green... I saw your well... and to seek shelter jumped in... can I please stay... and shelter in this well until the rain stops?”

The well frog... now feeling very important said...

“Of coarse... stay as long as you like... as you can see.. this well of mine is such a spacious... and beautiful place to live in... so there is plenty of room... and I have never had a guest before... and shall be very glad of your company... and having someone to talk too... and share with.”

The well frog went to his larder... and took out some fresh worms to share with the lady river frog.

Soon they were talking like two long lost friends... and felt themselves fortunate to have meet... and liked each other.

Eventually the well frog enquired...

“You spoke of the great river... and the sea beyond... what are they?”

The river frog replied with great enthusiasm...

“I often go exploring... and I have found that the river I lived in... flowed down from the high hills... the river is big... and has many streams flowing into it... one of those streams feeds this well... I know that by the taste of the water in here.”

The well frog exclaimed... feeling very magnanimous...

“So our water comes from the same river... I shall think of you as my own family... yet my I ask... what is the sea?”

The river frog smiled and replied...

“That is a great mass of what which spreads further … much...much further than I can swim... and it is very... very deep... the water tastes very different too.”

The well frog replied indignantly...

“It cannot be as deep as my well!”

And he dived deep into the well water... and only returned to the surface minutes later.

The river frog laughed... and smiling said...

“It is much... much deeper then your well.”

The well frog some what more sharper this time... and with a more aggressive tone in voice... not having liked being laughed at... replied...

“It is not as wide as my well!”

The river frogs voice had become more serious now as she spoke...

“I cannot tell you how wide it is... there is nothing I can compare it with?”

The well frog... bursting with anger... and completely forgetting his manners... screamed out...

“YOU LIAR... how can there be anything bigger... and deeper then MY well... all this talk of rivers... and seas is utter nonsense... get out of my well at once... go NOW!”

The river frog felt sad... and she thought it was wise to leave now... and jumped out of the well... and so she left.

Fortunately the rain had stopped... so she returned to her river... near the estuary that met the sea... she knew she could not change the well frogs narrow view of the world.

As for the well frog... he sits alone in his well muttering to himself about a stupid river frog... who tried to tell him... the world was bigger then his well.

How did you feel when you read this story... does the story remind you of anything in your life?

Is it always the... “right thing”... to do... share the... “Truth”... of what you know with others... who cannot comprehend your truth... and experiences? 

What are your thoughts... are you a river frog... or a well frog... which one are YOU? 

May You Enjoy A Prosperous And Dynamic Day!

Yours Sincerely.



Ange Fonce.

Ange is an  Author... Speaker... and International Peak Performance Personal Development Consultant... and Psycho Dynamic Counsellor who works with men... and women who desire to "personally develop" themselves and their "relationships" to become Dynamic Lifers from around the World!



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