The hot breeze swept across my face, and a few lotus flowers gently swayed.
White foam clashed against the pond walls.
Fat Catfish frolicked in the pond with its fins and tail, its whiskers full of emotion and fervor.
It spoke at length about how difficult it was for the Frog Tribe to carve out a small haven on Human Race territory.
It recounted the journey of the Frog Tribe over thousands of years, an unprecedented and major undertaking.
The Human Race, despicable, cunning, and greedy.
The Frog Tribe, simple, hardworking, and kind.
In its youth, it was a tadpole about to become a frog but escaped from the mouth of a snake, lost its limbs, and stopped growing, becoming the Footless Frog it is today.
It was fortunate to be discovered and promoted by the Toad King for its wisdom, and under his brilliant and mighty guidance, ventured onto land to expand territory and, risking its life, negotiated with the Human Race.