I still remember the day the frog came up to me and said those sweet words. I was such a fool to not to realize his pretence, my submissive nature making me feel so. The frog is such a big fake and I, being timid and foolish, believed him.
Now, I notice I can’t sing as melodiously as I used to sing before. The witty frog charged fee and earned a lot. He compelled and threatened me to sing for hours, which ruined my melodious voice. He tortured me in the name of training and now I realize it was not training but his plot to kill me gradually due to exertion. Now, death seems to be knocking at the door.
Today, I can’t sing as the frog desires me to, and I am physically exhausted. It was foolish of me not to have doubted the frog’s integrity. Thus, he took undue advantage of my innocence and led me to my own death. I have come to terms with what might happen to me soon. Thus, peacefully, I embrace death, which is inevitable. I want to pass on the message that we should never believe or have faith in others, blindly.