A Frog and a Turtle: A Parable




There was once a frog named Charmolotte.  Like all frogs, Charmolotte loved catching flies and discussing politics.  The frog was proud of his policy of never raising his voice, even when provoked.  One day, as he was hopping on one of the endless frog groats in the river, Charmolotte happened upon a small, rather ugly turtle.

“What is your name, green sir?” Charmolotte asked the turtle in a friendly voice.

The turtle did not answer.  He thought for a moment, and finally replied, “My name is Sir Dikenson, and I am your father.”

As can be expected, Charmolotte was irreparably shocked.  Additionally, he was slightly dubious.

“Kind sir,” Charmolotte replied to the little turtle, “While it is true that the two of us are both green, it is obvious that our genes differ at incomparable levels.  Whilst I hop from stone to stone, from lily pad to lily pad, you barely crawl at all.  You are passive and slow. Your shell is large and unwieldy.  I, on the other hand, am sprightly and handsome.  Is your research sound?  Are you absolutely sure that you are my father?”

Charmolotte was torn.  He had always dreamed that he would one day meet his father yet he never imagined that he descended from a family of turtles.

“Yes, Charmolotte, I am sure.  I am your one and only father.  Trust me.”  Saying this, the turtle held out his little turtle arms to wrap Charmolotte into a hug.

Charmolotte joined his so-called father’s embrace.  The pair sat for hours, reviewing the turtle’s family history.  Charmolotte slowly came to accept the circumstances of his father’s life.  The slowness of the turtle took a lot of getting used to, but the frog made an effort to accept his father’s natural state of being.  A mere four days later, the turtle died of diabetes and pulmonary heart disease. Still, their ending is indeed a happy one, for what can be more gratifying than the discovery of a child in old age?  The knowledge that his son lived on, fulfilling his legacy, and remembering his face was enough to allow the dear old turtle to die with a smile of satisfaction on his green face.

And for the frog?  He jumped onto the next lily pad with a full heart.  He had become a better , more patient and accepting frog for having met his so-called father.

And happiness reigned upon the kingdom, forever.


About Miranda S. Wrightz

I breath one breath at a time, like a normal mermaid.

One response to “A Frog and a Turtle: A Parable

  1. I question whom you have received your information from. It seems apparent to me that a case of identity theft occurred here, and it needs to be remedied immediately. Mister Turtle was a conniving crawler indeed. How can you sit and drink of your tea mug whilst you know of sir frogs mis-thoughts? How can you eat of your freshly baked scones as said frog hops unknowingly, incessantly, and irresistibly? Shame on you for condoning such behaviours. Side note: I do adore this heartwarming tale of reunion and reminiscence. Utmost thanks to you, M Maggie Sue.

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