On every warm evening, the voices of the Frog arose in a cheerful chorus....
Some voices were low and deep~~
this is the youngest frog..
Some were high and shrill, and these were the voices of the little Frog who did not like to be reminded of the days when they had tails and no legs.
It try to jump out from this little pond...
Hunger for bigger sky....
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