There once was a frog. A happy frog. He lived on a lily pad, in a lively pond. He had friends, family, and at times even dreamt of settling down and having tadpoles.
Life went about its business for this little frog. Days came and went. Insects ingested. Pads hopped. Ribbets ribbeted.
Then one day it all seemed not to matter anymore. “What am I doing?” thought the frog. “What is my goal, my purpose?” he mused.
So he left the pond on a quest to find out if there was something missing from his frogly life. And off he hopped. West first. Then North. A touch to the East. Then South.
Here he encountered a fabulous pond. It had beautiful lily pads. It had beautiful frogitas. He imagined staying here and making hundreds, if not thousands of tadpoles. “Why limit myself?” he thought, his new home giving him courage and hope.
So he stayed in this pond. And lived the life he dreamed of... So thankful that he went on the journey that brought him back home.