Once upon a time, in a small pond, there was a green frog who lived with his mother. His father had died, leaving his mother to care for him alone. This green frog had an odd habit: he always did the opposite of what his mother asked. If she said, "Sit quietly on the lily pad," he would jump and play around. When she told him to swim in the shallow water, he would go into the deep part. If she suggested eating small bugs, he would go after the big ones. He never followed his mother's advice.
His mother, a wise old frog, was very worried. "Why can't he be like other frogs?" she thought. She was concerned about what he would do without her help. She tried every day to teach him to behave well, but the green frog didn’t change his ways.
Time passed, and the mother frog became old and sick. She was so worried about her son that it made her even more ill, yet he continued to do the opposite of what she asked.
When the mother frog knew she didn't have much time left, she called her son to her side for one last wish. Knowing her son's habit of doing the opposite, she cleverly said, "When I'm gone, do not bury me on the mountainside. Put me to rest by the river bank." With tears in his eyes, the green frog promised to do as she said.
Four days later, the mother frog died. Filled with sadness and regret for not listening to her, the green frog decided to honor her last words this time. "I will do exactly as she asked," he thought. So, he buried her by the river, even though he knew it wasn't the ideal spot.
Then the monsoon came. The rain was heavy, and the river started to rise. The green frog watched anxiously, hoping the water wouldn't reach his mother's grave. However, the rain was too strong, and the river flooded, washing away the grave.
The green frog sat by the river, crying in the rain, mourning his mother. That's why, even today, it's said that green frogs cry when it rains, remembering the green frog who learned too late to listen to his mother.
There is a small pond. A green frog lives there with his mother. His father is not there. The green frog does not listen to his mother. If she says, "Sit on the lily pad," he jumps and plays. When she says, "Swim in the shallow water," he goes to the deep water. If she says, "Eat small bugs," he eats big bugs. He always does the opposite.
His mother is old and smart. She worries about him. She thinks, "Why can’t he be like other frogs?" She wants him to be good. Every day, she tries to teach him, but he does not change.
One day, the mother frog becomes very sick. She knows she will die soon. She calls her son and says, "Do not bury me on the hill. Put me by the river." She knows he will do the opposite.
Four days later, the mother frog dies. The green frog is very sad. He thinks, "I will do what my mother said this time." He buries her by the river.
Then, the rain comes. The river gets bigger. The green frog watches. He is worried. The water gets to his mother’s grave and washes it away.
The green frog sits by the river and cries. He misses his mother. Now, when it rains, green frogs cry. They remember the green frog who learned too late to listen to his mother.
Once upon a time, in a small pond, there was a green frog who lived with his mother. His father had died, so his mother took care of him alone. This green frog had a strange habit: he always did the opposite of what his mother asked. If she said, "Sit quietly on the lily pad," he would jump and play around. When she told him to swim in the shallow water, he would go into the deep part. If she suggested eating small bugs, he would go after the big ones. He never followed his mother's advice.
His mother, a wise old frog, was very worried. "Why can't he be like other frogs?" she thought. She was concerned about what he would do without her help. She tried every day to teach him to behave well, but the green frog didn’t change his ways.
Time passed, and the mother frog became old and sick. She was so worried about her son that it made her even more ill, but he continued to do the opposite of what she asked.
When the mother frog knew she didn't have much time left, she called her son to her side for one last wish. Knowing her son's habit of doing the opposite, she cleverly said, "When I'm gone, do not bury me on the mountainside. Put me to rest by the river bank." With tears in his eyes, the green frog promised to do as she said.
Four days later, the mother frog died. Filled with sadness and regret for not listening to her, the green frog decided to honor her last words this time. "I will do exactly as she asked," he thought. So, he buried her by the river, even though he knew it wasn't the ideal spot.
Then the monsoon came. The rain was heavy, and the river started to rise. The green frog watched anxiously, hoping the water wouldn't reach his mother's grave. However, the rain was too strong, and the river flooded, washing away the grave.
The green frog sat by the river, crying in the rain, mourning his mother. That's why, even today, it's said that green frogs cry when it rains, remembering the green frog who learned too late to listen to his mother.
Once upon a time, in a cozy little pond that was more bustling than a fish market on Friday, there lived a rather cheeky green frog with his caring mother. Now, this wasn't your average green frog. Oh no! He was the kind of frog who thought he knew better than everyone else, especially his mum. If his mum said, "Please sit still on the lily pad, dear," he'd bounce around like a ping pong ball in a wind tunnel. When she gently suggested, "Swim in the shallow end where it's safe," he'd dive bomb into the deep end like a little superhero without a care in the world. And if she recommended eating the teeny-weeny bugs, he'd go after the big, burly ones like he was on some sort of superhero mission.
His mum, who was as wise as an old owl and as patient as a very patient person, couldn't fathom why her little froggy had to be such a rebel. "Why can't he just be a regular frog?" she'd muse to herself. She was a single mum, you see, doing her very best since Frog Dad had hopped to the big lily pad in the sky. She worried about what would become of her little green troublemaker without her around to guide him.
Despite her worries, she did her best to steer him right, day in and day out. But our froggy friend seemed allergic to listening.
As time ticked on, Mum Frog's worries began to take their toll, and she fell ill. Her heart was heavy, not just with illness, but with the worry for her son.
Knowing her days were numbered, she called her son over for one final heart-to-heart. Cleverly trying to outsmart his contrary nature, she said, "My dear, when I'm gone, please don't bury me on the mountainside. Lay me to rest by the river bank, okay?" The green frog, tears glistening in his big froggy eyes, nodded. He understood.
Four days later, when Mum Frog went to the great pond in the sky, the green frog was swamped with sadness and regret. He decided to honor his mother's last request to the letter. "This time, I'll do exactly as she said," he promised himself, feeling a mix of sadness and determination.
So, he buried her by the river bank, not on the mountain, hoping against hope he was doing the right thing.
Then came the monsoon season, with rains pouring like endless buckets of water from the sky. The river swelled like a balloon, and the green frog watched, heart in his throat, praying the rising waters wouldn't disturb his mum's resting place. But nature had other plans, and the river, with all the gentleness of a runaway train, washed the grave away.
There he sat, the green frog, by the river in the pouring rain, tears mingling with raindrops, mourning his mum. And that, my friends, is why, to this very day, it's said that green frogs cry when it rains. They remember the tale of the frog who learned too late that sometimes, Mum knows best.
In a cozy pond under the sky so blue,
Lived a young frog who wouldn’t do
What his mother said, oh, it’s true,
Always the opposite he’d pursue.
“If you’d sit still,” his mother pled,
He’d jump and hop instead.
“Swim where it’s shallow, my dear,”
He’d dive deep, showing no fear.
His mother sighed, her heart heavy and sad,
Wishing her son wouldn’t act so bad.
But the froggy loved to rebel,
In contrary ways he’d always dwell.
Then came the day, oh so bleak,
His mother, so tired and weak.
With wisdom and a clever tweak,
She tried a trick as she’d speak.
“Don’t lay me by the river’s side,
On the mountain let me reside.”
Knowing well her son’s contrary tide,
Hoping in his heart wisdom would abide.
The frog, with tears, promised to obey,
But his mother passed away.
To the river, not the mountain, he went,
Remembering her wish, his heart bent.
Yet, when the rains came to play,
The river rose, washing the grave away.
The frog cried, his heart in dismay,
For his mother’s words he did betray.
Now, when rains pour from the sky,
You'll hear the frog's mournful cry.
A lesson learned too late, but why?
Listen to your parents, don’t defy.
Water that is not very deep.
Doing the very different thing.
Very good at thinking and understanding.
Feels scared about something bad happening.
To put someone in the ground.
The place where someone is buried.
Water moving and taking something away.
Help someone learn new things.
Feels sad because someone is not here.
To think about something from the past.
Usual way of behaving or doing things.
Not deep; water that is not deep.
Worried or anxious about something.
To act in a particular way; to conduct oneself.
Sick or not healthy; feeling unwell.
Completely different from something else.
In a smart or skillful way.
Feeling sad or sorry about something you did or didn’t do.
To show respect and keep a promise.
Feeling great sadness because someone has died.
Where does the green frog live?
What does the green frog do when his mother says to sit on the lily pad?
Why does the mother frog worry about the green frog?
What does the green frog do after his mother dies?
What happens to the mother frog’s grave when it rains?
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