Once upon a time in a marshy pond, there lived a colony of frogs who grew tired of their simple, anarchic way of life. They desired a ruler to guide them and impose order. The frogs called upon the gods to provide them with a king.
Hearing their request, Zeus, the king of the gods, decided to grant their wish. He threw a log into the pond with a great splash. The frogs, startled by the sudden noise and waves, hid themselves in the depths of the pond, believing their new king to be mighty and powerful.
As time passed, the frogs noticed the log was still and did not command them in any way. They slowly emerged from their hiding places and began to realize that their new king was simply a motionless log, incapable of ruling or imposing order.
Dissatisfied with their new king, the frogs once again called upon the gods, complaining that the log was not fit to be their king and that they needed a proper ruler.
Zeus, slightly irritated by the frogs' discontent, decided to send them a different king. This time, he sent a stork to rule over the pond. The stork, however, was not a benevolent ruler. It began to devour the frogs, one by one, satisfying its hunger but striking terror in the hearts of the remaining frogs.
The frogs, now regretting their request for a ruler, called out to the gods once more, pleading for them to take away the stork and save them from its tyranny. Zeus, however, responded that they had been given two kings already and must now learn to live with the consequences of their choices. The frogs were left to suffer under the rule of the stork, realizing too late the dangers of their own desires.
Once upon a time in the most awesome pond ever—seriously, it was like a water park for frogs—there was a bunch of frogs just hanging out. But then they were like, "You know, jumping around is fun and all, but we need someone to be the boss and tell us what to do."
So they all yelled really loud to the sky, like they were asking for extra sprinkles on their ice cream. "Hey Zeus, can we get a big, strong boss, please?"
Zeus, who was busy doing important god stuff like cloud wrestling, was like, "Fine, if it keeps you happy." He grabbed a piece of wood, tossed it in the pond, and SPLASH!
The frogs freaked out, diving into the water like their tails were on fire. "Whoa, did you feel that? Must be a super-strong boss!"
After a bit, they peeked out and saw the piece of wood just floating there. Not even doing the backstroke or anything! "Um, guys," said one frog, "I think our new boss is kinda boring."
They yelled to the sky again, "Hey Zeus, this boss is a dud. Got anything else?"
Now Zeus was a little annoyed, kinda like when you have to pause your favorite cartoon. He snapped his fingers and sent down a bird wearing a tiny crown. "There, how's this?"
Here comes the tricky part—the bird starts gobbling up the frogs like they're tasty snacks! "Hey, time out! We said a boss, not a chomper!"
The frogs yelled up to the sky one more time. "Zeus, this is really bad! Help!"
Zeus, totally tired of the whole thing, said, "Listen up, frogs. You wanted a boss, you got bosses. First a sleepy one, then a hungry one. No take-backs!"
And so, the frogs learned that sometimes you have to be careful what you ask for, or you might end up as snack time.
Frogs in the marsh, unhappy, they'd say,
Wanted a king to show them the way.
"No more chaos! Give us a guide!"
So up to Zeus their pleas did glide.
Zeus heard their cries, from his seat so high,
Sent down a log from out the sky.
Splash went the pond, frogs hid away,
"A mighty king is here to stay!"
But as days rolled by, the log sat still,
No rules, no plans, no kingly will.
Frogs peeped out, their worries at bay,
"This log won't rule, no matter, no way."
"Zeus, hear us out! This log's a bore!
We need a leader, oh, so much more!"
Zeus sighed and said, "Well, if you please,"
Sent down a stork on a gentle breeze.
This stork was sharp but not very kind,
Snacking on frogs, the only meal he'd find.
The pond grew quiet, frogs hid their cheer,
Scared of the stork, their new king here.
"Zeus, save us now! We were so wrong!"
The frogs sang out in a desperate song.
Zeus replied, "Frogs, you asked, and now must face
The kind of kings that rule this place."
The stork stayed king, the pond's new lore,
Frogs learned too late what they'd asked for.
Better sometimes to lead oneself, you see,
Than wish for kings, as cruel as can be.
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