The warty frog and the prize goldfish met one summer afternoon in the temple pool. “Don’t you realize how beautiful I am?” bubbled the goldfish flashing her wispy tail. The frog made no reply. “I can understand your silence,” gloated the goldfish. “I am not only graceful in my movements but I also enhance the golden rays of the sun.” Again, neither answer or movements from the frog. “Say something,” demanded the goldfish just as a waiting crane speared the sparkling fish and flew into the sky. “Bye bye,” croaked the frog.
