My answer to Duffy’s challenge using ludicrous swimmer and cauldron.

 

If you ever get down to the deep forest glades where all the well-trodden trails end, you are bound to stumble on smaller animal trails.  They lie hidden under the great weeping willow trees, winding here and there through the currant patches and the dense forest underbrush.  Many of them lead to the bubbling creek, but over on the south side are a few that lead to the still, swampy pools where the bullfrogs live.

 Beecham the Bullfrog is the largest and loudest, and has the profound respect of all his fellows; but it was not always so.  When he was a youngster, he just didn’t grow as fast as his cousins did, and was sorely plagued by the lot of them.  They were many, too.  Dozens and dozens of pollywogs had birthed that year.  They swam and played in the warmth of the dappled pool behind the fallen old oak tree until their legs grew strong and firm, and they began crawling up on the lily pads to soak up the sun and learn everything frogs needed to know.  That was where Beecham’s trials began.

Beecham just couldn’t seem to get the hang of jumping out of the water.  He could crawl out, and he could dive in, but to leap straight out of the water seemed an impossible task.  His aunts and uncles chided him, his father scolded him, and his brothers and cousins made his life miserable.  Every time he tried to jump, one of them was there to knock him back in the water again.  Soon they began chasing him cruelly.  Beecham learned to use his strong hind legs to dive down instead of leaping up, in order to get away.  He got so good at it, in fact, that he was able to escape them all; but how ridiculous he looked, diving instead of leaping!  His father was ashamed of Beecham.  “Look at him – ludicrous!” he’d say.  “Beecham the ludicrous swimmer.  He’s no son of mine!”

Poor Beecham spent most of his time alone, for he grew tired of being chased.  He often wandered far from home, and learned the little trails and all the land surrounding them.  He also learned of the rude hunter’s shack that stood in a clearing not too far away.  It was a curious place, that empty shack, full of hard round cans and empty pots and wicked-looking pointy things that hurt when Beecham touched them.  He didn’t understand what the place was, but one unique odor prevailed there that he smelled no-where else in the forest.  It was the smell of Man, and though Beecham didn’t know that then, he remembered the smell.

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  • drelayaraja on Sep 22, 2010

    Great share :)

  • shivedi on Sep 22, 2010

    Wow

  • PSingh1990 on Sep 22, 2010

    Nice Share.

    :-)

  • My World on Sep 22, 2010

    Great post………….

    thanks for share.

  • Nykesha Alexandra on Sep 22, 2010

    Thanks for the info…

  • cebah on Sep 22, 2010

    Lovely story for the challenge.

  • LCM Linda on Sep 22, 2010

    You are a good story teller. Interesting and vivid. Well done. Thanks for sharing.

  • irenen1 on Sep 22, 2010

    Excellent! Well worth the wait. You crafted this entry beautifully. Would make a cool children’s book.

  • Duff D Moss on Sep 22, 2010

    Hah that was great – would make a terrific kids book. Oh how cruel are those that taunt those of us that stand apart – when those who stand apart can teach us a different way.

  • Percy on Sep 23, 2010

    I like the flow of the story. Well written.

  • papaleng on Sep 23, 2010

    very inspiring story.

  • Spiritt on Sep 25, 2010

    wow! I loved it Maranatha. I love frogs anyway and this was just perfect. :)

  • Sudheer Birodkar on Sep 29, 2010

    A great story. You can be a novelist, if you submit your work to publishers. Do try that. Congrats on this excellent and captivating story

  • achilles2010 on Sep 29, 2010

    Nice story, great share.

  • crisdiwata on Oct 17, 2010

    A very good narrative story. Good for children. It makes your imagination work. You’re a great story teller. I too enjoyed it.

  • fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Oct 18, 2010

    Totally awesome you have a great ability to narrative. Fantastic

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