The king and the frog
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
1991, Cotabato City
He walked along side of the stream driving two frogs into the water in the process.
“They won’t go far,” he whispered almost to himself trying to convince it was just a great pretension of the amphibians.
They kicked up the mud as to deceive and blind my father as to their real hiding place.
My father waited a few moments allowing the mud to settle. Then near the shore of the pond, he saw a suspicious lump and no doubt that the frog has doubled his track to mislead him. From the lump of mud two bulging eyes appeared. He quietly slipped his hands into the mud and with quick motion he grasped the mud and the frog was in his.
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