the king frog


He believed it his destiny to be king of the world. Such is the ego of a frog in a pond. His power grew so great tasty morsels of fly flesh buzzed by him for dinner and his servants croaked in unison when he called them. He lost his crown somewhere in the shallows, but who could forget his amphibious face, his regal bearing? He had the makings of a legend and when his chance came, he would not miss it.