Lime Green Little Dried Frog
(By Sajjad Amin Bangash)
“Croak! Croak!” stood still over the red clayed edge of a pond, the moist over his lime green body vividly visible, just little ahead of a densely bushes behind him, little drops of rainfall still making his body wet to quiver, it was a frog of a size equal to a “match box”, little black spots could be seen throughout his entire rear body from head to tail, for a moment his physical texture could give a bleak pretty look of a woman who washes the clothes setting in most part of our villages in Pakistan. The front side of his body was covered in a white sheet, while his throat would ballooned as he could inhale in and out. During the very summer, the tradition of the frogs is to get out of the water, flock across the wet areas all over the pond, streams, water passages, and the entire colony looks like an army but never go silent. Their accumulated voices, once bother you a lot, at times one tends to throw stone at them, or if not possible get away with it, run that’s what we can do as a “last option”.
Little kids passing by, could enthralled themselves by exquisitely stopping by, insisting their parents to stay for a while, shrugging their shoulders, hurriedly collect pebbles not to throw away any opportunity to throw at them. Kids often find themselves busy and desperately seeking such moments of life to happen again and again.
The frog then takes a long stretch leap down to the water, as it dives into, the dirt changes the color of water into “light yellow color” it was stacked due to the rainfall. Soon the “The Jupiter” that little frog, would jump up the brim of the water, twists his head over, pouring away the water of his body, scaringly looks around, as he makes desperate move to defend himself from any whipping strike of little pebbles onslaught on him by those very little kids from the borders of that pond. As he swims, tearing the water surface, shaking his leg back and fore, still managing to fight for his defense, the human can learn an excellent lesson of determination and steadfastness at the same time, how to swim, the frog way.
All the day long, little “Jupiter” busy looking over here and there, when it takes to a hunt, once he fixes his eye on a flying bee, or any little mosquito, he quickly moves out of a water, silently takes a sneaky walk, getting near to it, and swiftly hurls his long tongue stretched out at the very back of his mouth, snatces it away and swallows it. This very brisk and sharpest jerk of his mouth over the prey, is hard to calculate, within a blink of an eye, they dine it out, “Delicious isn’t it?” Jupiter admires the very taste of it to his counterparts. All the day long, this rumble of frogs comb over, can be seen over the edges of water ponds, or stream, they have their own standards of their lifestyles, colonizing and gathering up in social network, adds to the beauty of nature.
But when it takes to defend themselves from a biggest enemy, including the heavy tides of children stones, pebbles at them, they seem to be vulnerable to it, sluggish sometimes they may feel shy although very quick in moving their legs but it largely depends on their intentions to it. The time, they are standing still, little Jupiter was too silly not to make any quick move of any deceitful tract, tactic of his enemy, perhaps ambush. the frog is said to be very weak in this sense. Little kids always make ready their hands for fun, they’re least bothered not to harm other creatures including frogs and other species, they have little care for them. As they flock toward the pond looking to have a little fun over there.
Well! a boy name “Ijlal Haider” was watching all this, soon after finding a opportunity to make a hasty move of harming little Jupiter standing still, picks up the pebble, whips it, hits the top of the Jupiter’s head, he was among all those little kids collectively putting up an effort aiming and throwing stones at frogs. Ijlal was lucky enough to be successful in his attempt of hitting. That little Jupiter, fallen over, injured gone too weak that he couldn’t move his body, as the strike has severely dizzed his head and the severe pain circulated all over body.
“Hurrah! I dashed him!” Ijlal exclaimed, admirably raising his both hands in the air.
Little Jupiter soon disappeared off the scene, perhaps his body fallen in the water. It was a sad moment, saddened the entire colony of the frogs, the news of Jupiter’s murder spread like a fire in jungle. It badly saddened them. Soon, every frog went deep down the water and never returned above the water surface. For sure, there was a mourning there.
Time passed by, after a lapse of few weeks, as the water drifted out of the pond due to the passages all around the corners, it gave a look of barren field, looked nothing but full of marshmallow and bogs inside. Jupiter’s dead body, lying right in the middle of pond, seemed quite visible upside down; his white sheeted body was sparking the eyes.
As the sun rays bent over the pond for another few days,the people soon started walking, making a pathway inside the pond. Their footsteps would smash Jupiter further, pushed him away here and there, to an extend that all of his covered sheeted body was peeled off, either intentionally or unintentionally overlooking the very nobility or honor of his dead body.
There came another boy, hurriedly passing by the way, as he looked down, hate ignited his feeling and he kicked Jupiter’s dead body to the outer corner of the pathway, he then started hutch passing it and eventually brought it to the pavement area in the street and left there.
Now, the Jupiter dilapidated disgraced body is laying helpless in the street, waiting for any creature or animal to swallow it……It was a dried frog….All the way from a happiest life in a pond.
Moral: Live and Let Live.