“Ay lat wrds?” asked the frog of the flea on his tongue.
“Let me go!”
“I canot,” slurred the frog, his tongue still out.
“I can’t say last words when I can’t believe this is really my last moment alive!”
“Then my last words are you are a fiend to eat me when you are talking to me or at least trying to!”
“Bt I m a frog n mst do wt a frog ds.”
“Then I will be a flea and hop away!”
And the flea did muster all his strength, and courage, and will, and 0– behold!– sprung off the frog’s tongue, went high into the air, laughing a tiny little flea laugh as he did so, surprising even himself.
“Well, I’ll be,” said the frog, able to speak clearly with his tongue back in his mouth. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Anything is possible when your life’s on the line!” explained the flea, more to himself than to the frog, exited to still be alive, as he disappeared into the weeds, exhilarated by his newly awakened powers.
The frog was left to wonder what else is possible.
The flea knew anything is possible.
PS – You know what this means.