Once upon a time, in a lively pond lived a boisterous Frog who had a very peculiar habit. He liked to call himself a physician. Not just any physician, but the best one in the entire animal kingdom.
One day, as he was singing praises of his own expertise to anyone who would listen, a sly Fox happened to pass by. The Fox was known for his wit and he was intrigued by the Frog's claims. So, he decided to question the Frog.
"Dear Frog," began the Fox, looking at the Frog with an amused smile. "You say you're a physician. You claim you can cure every ailment, every disease, and every discomfort. But I see that you, yourself, are wrinkled and bumpy. If you truly are a great healer, shouldn't you be able to cure your own appearance first?"
The Frog looked at the Fox, a bit taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak, but found no words to answer the Fox's straightforward question.
And so, the Fox continued on his way, leaving the Frog in a state of embarrassed silence.
Once upon a time, in a lively pond, there lived a noisy Frog who had an unusual habit. He liked to call himself a doctor. Not just any doctor, but the best in the whole animal kingdom.
One day, while the Frog was bragging about his skills to anyone who would listen, a clever Fox walked by. The Fox, known for his smarts, was curious about the Frog's bold claims, so he asked him a question.
"Mr. Frog," the Fox said with a smile, "you say you're a doctor and can cure all sicknesses and pain. But I see that you, yourself, have wrinkles and bumps. If you're such a great healer, shouldn't you be able to fix your own looks first?"
The Frog stared at the Fox, surprised and at a loss for words. He tried to reply but couldn’t find anything to say.
The Fox walked away, leaving the Frog feeling embarrassed and silent.
Once upon a time, in a lively pond, there lived a noisy Frog who had an unusual habit. He liked to call himself a doctor. Not just any doctor, but the best in the whole animal kingdom.
One day, while the Frog was bragging about his skills to anyone who would listen, a clever Fox walked by. The Fox, known for his smarts, was curious about the Frog's bold claims, so he asked him a question.
"Mr. Frog," the Fox said with a smile, "you say you're a doctor and can cure all sicknesses and pain. But I see that you, yourself, have wrinkles and bumps. If you're such a great healer, shouldn't you be able to fix your own looks first?"
The Frog stared at the Fox, surprised and at a loss for words. He tried to reply but couldn’t find anything to say.
The Fox walked away, leaving the Frog feeling embarrassed and silent.
Once upon a jam-packed pond somewhere between the "Quack Quack" of the ducks and the buzz of the bees, lived a Frog—oh yes, self-declared physician, thank you very much. Picture him in a tiny lab coat if you will. This wasn't your garden-variety frog; this was a Frog with a PhD in Absolutely Nothing but believed he was the Einstein of the animal medical scene.
"Step right up, step right up!" the Frog croaked in his loudest infomercial voice. "Got a headache? Webbed feet acting up? I'm the one-stop-shop cure for whatever ails ya!"
Enter a Fox, sauntering by like he owns the place. He's heard tales, you know, whispers among the woodland critters about the Frog who thinks he's basically the Dr. Oz of the pond.
"So, you're the bee's knees at curing, eh?" the Fox grins, a touch of mischief in his eyes. "Got any cream for those warts? Oh, wait, that's your skin! My bad."
The Frog looked as though he'd just swallowed a fly. Wrong pipe, perhaps? "Well, you see—"
The Fox interrupts, "Nah, nah, nah, don't tell me. You're going for the rustic, lived-in look, aren't you?"
The Fox winks and flicks his tail, strutting away as the Frog sits there, croakless. I mean, when you've got no words, what's left but a loud ribbit, right?
And so, the Frog went back to his pond pondering life, rethinking perhaps a career switch to, oh I don't know, a pond critic or maybe a lily pad interior designer. And the Fox? He just carried on being sly, probably starting a podcast about debunking self-proclaimed experts.
Froggy Doc was loud and proud,
In his pond, he'd shout out loud.
"I heal! I cure! I mend!" he'd say,
"Best doctor, here, hooray, hooray!"
Sly Mr. Fox, with fur so fine,
Heard Froggy Doc and thought, "It's time."
He walked right up, a grin in place,
To question Frog, in this fun chase.
"Dear Froggy Doc, so skilled and grand,
You claim to be the best in land.
But why, oh why, you're bumpy still!
Can't fix yourself? Then who else will?"
Froggy Doc, he blinked and stared,
Realizing he'd been fairly snared.
No words he found, not one to say,
As sly Mr. Fox walked away.
So Froggy sat, a lesson learned,
Be humble, or be fairly spurned.
And Mr. Fox just grinned and knew,
Some claims need proof, or else they're through!
Full of energy and movement.
Not normal or common, a bit strange.
A place ruled by animals or people.
Talking about oneself too proudly.
Abilities or things someone can do well.
Smart, able to solve problems easily.
Wanting to know or learn more things.
Asserting that something is true, like a fact.
Small lines on skin from age or movement.
Feeling shy or ashamed about something.
Full of energy and movement.
Not normal or common, a bit strange.
A place ruled by animals or people.
Talking about oneself too proudly.
Abilities or things someone can do well.
Smart, able to solve problems easily.
Wanting to know or learn more things.
Asserting that something is true, like a fact.
Small lines on skin from age or movement.
Feeling shy or ashamed about something.
Where did the Frog live?
What did the Frog call himself?
Why did the Fox ask the Frog a question?
What did the Fox notice about the Frog's appearance?
How did the Frog feel after the Fox spoke to him?
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A thirsty crow finds a pitcher with water too low to reach. What clever trick will he use to get a drink?
The powerful North Wind and the gentle Sun try to make a traveler take off his cloak to prove who is stronger. Which one will succeed?
A king's elephant and a dog form a friendship, are suddenly separated, but they are reunited by the king and live happily.
While the grasshopper dances through summer, the ant works hard, gathering food. Which one will survive when winter arrives?
A lion spares a tiny mouse who promises to return the favor one day. How could such a small mouse possibly help a lion?
When a farmer brings a bundle of sticks to his sons, they stop arguing. How did a simple bundle of sticks teach them?
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