Once upon a time, in a land where clouds were made of cotton candy, frogs wore crowns and told stories of magical things. The secrets they keep are not for the ears of adults, for they are slippery and sticky like the dew on morning lilies.
These secrets, woven in the rhythms of ribbits, are written in the pages of non-existent books, like "The Legendary Lily Pad" and "Whispers of the Pond"^1. Footprints in mud tell tales of yesterday's rain^2.
Imagine a frog, green and wise, sitting on a lilypad throne, whispering riddles to the wind. A gentle breeze carries the stories to faraway lands, where curious children yearn to hear the secrets of frogs.
In the frog's kingdom, the stars twinkle like fireflies and the moon sings lullabies. The water reflects dreams, and the reeds dance to the soft tunes of froggy poets^3.