The selfish frog (La rana egoísta) [EN/ES]

In a small pond full of tasty flies lived a frog, green from end to end, bulging eyes and a tongue as long as a rope.

That frog was very happy in that pond, it was her beloved home, where she had lived all her existence, since he was a little egg floating in the murky water. She grew up, had memories and took over that endearing place.

The days passed like rays of light, but the frog didn't care about that, she was still in her pond, eating her flies that she caught with her tongue, they were her delicious feast and she had so many that she was full, then she went to her little cave and fell asleep.

Her life was perfect, she could not be more comfortable, but what the frog did not know is that everything that seems perfect, is not perfect forever and life always gives surprises, often unpleasant and that collapse perfect worlds.

It was dawn at the pond, the rays of the morning sun were a pleasant caress on everything they touched. The frog opened her mouth and blinked to moisten her eyes, she began to jump to get to her favorite place to eat her delicious flies, her eyes were fixed on a frog, dark green, who was eating her flies, the flies that belonged to her. This caused the frog to feel an anger flowing from her stomach to her head.

She jumped a few paces to get closer to the dark green frog. I try to calm down and talk calmly with that invader, who had appropriated her own thing.

"Hey, friend, I inform you that that's my place."

"I don't see your name written anywhere." The dark green frog was croaking.

"It doesn't have my name on it, but it belongs to me because I live here." The frog was trying to contain her anger.

"There are many places to eat, look there is one." The dark green frog was pointing with one of its paws.

"I don't want another place, I want my place." The frog was starting to get angry.

"I don't know why you can't change places. What's so special about this one?"

"That's my place and I always put myself there to eat." The frog was making a gesture of disgust.

"I think the pond fairy won't like that selfish attitude." The dark green frog was still eating flies.

"The fairy of the ponds?" The frog looked at her strangely.

"That's right, the fairy of the ponds is the one who takes care because in the ponds there is peace and good coexistence between us."

"You're crazy. I've never heard of the pond fairy." The frog jumped up angrily and wanted to fight with that invader. "I'm tired of stupid things. Get out of my place!"

The frog was pushing the dark green frog into the water and then laughing. The dark green frog was disappearing under the water. The selfish frog felt that she had won and cheerfully started eating her flies as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, a blinding light appeared and a fairy was coming out of it.

"Selfish frog, you don't deserve to live in this pond." The fairy was flying around the frog.

"Wait, fairy lady, this has been my place for as long as I can remember and that invading frog wanted to take over it." The frog was terrified.

"If you like your place so much, you'll be here forever." The fairy was waving her wand.

The frog saw this and quickly jumped into the water, but the fairy's magic caught up with her and turned her into stone, leaving her with petrified legs out of the water. That selfish frog remained like a statue in that pond and became a warning symbol for others. The frogs that came to that pond lived in peace and shared the spaces, while the fairy continued to keep watch.

En un estanque pequeño y lleno de sabrosas moscas vivía una rana, verde de cabo a rabo, ojos saltones y una lengua tan larga como una soga.

Aquella rana era muy feliz en aquel estanque, era su hogar querido, donde había vivido toda su existencia, desde que era un pequeño huevo flotando en el agua turbia. Creció, tuvo recuerdos y se adueñó de aquel lugar entrañable.

Los días pasaban como rayos de luz, pero a la rana eso no le importaba, ella seguía en su estanque, comiendo sus moscas que atrapaba con su lengua, eran su delicioso banquete y tenía tantas que quedaba repleta, luego se iba hasta su pequeña cueva y se quedaba dormida.

Su vida era perfecta, no podía estar más cómoda, pero lo que la rana no sabía es que todo lo que parece perfecto, no lo es para siempre y la vida siempre da sorpresas, muchas veces desagradables y que derrumban mundos perfectos.

Amaneció en el estanque, los rayos del sol mañanero eran una caricia agradable en todo lo que tocaban. La rana abrió su boca y parpadeo para humectar sus ojos, empezó a saltar para llegar a su sitio predilecto para comer sus deliciosas moscas, sus ojos se fijaron en una rana, verde oscuro, que estaba comiendo sus moscas, las moscas que le pertenecían. Esto hizo que la rana sintiera una ira que fluía desde su estómago hasta su cabeza.

Dio algunos brincos para acercarse a la rana verde oscuro. Trato de serenarse y hablar tranquilamente con aquella invasora, que se había apropiado de lo suyo.

«Oye, amiga, te informo que ese es mi lugar».

«No veo tu nombre escrito por ningún lado». La rana verde oscuro croaba.

«No tiene mi nombre, pero me pertenece porque vivo aquí». La rana trataba de contener su ira.

«Hay muchos lugares para comer, mira allá hay uno». La rana verde oscuro apuntaba con una de sus patas.

«No quiero otro lugar, quiero mi lugar». La rana empezaba a enojarse.

«No sé porque no puedes cambiar de lugar. ¿Qué tiene de especial este?».

«Ese es mi lugar y siempre me pongo ahí para comer». La rana hacía un gesto de disgusto.

«Creo que al hada de los estanques no le gustará esa actitud egoísta». La rana verde oscuro seguía comiendo moscas.

«¿El hada de los estanques?». La rana la miraba extrañada.

«Así es, el hada de los estanques es la que cuida porque en los estanques haya paz y buena convivencia entre nosotras».

«Estas loca, nunca he escuchado de la hada de los estanques». La rana brincaba furiosa e iba con deseos de pelear con aquella invasora. «Ya me cansé de estupideces. ¡Fuera de mi lugar!».

La rana empujaba a la rana verde oscuro al agua y luego de reía. La rana verde oscuro desaparecía debajo del agua. La rana egoísta sentía que había ganado y animosa empezaba a comer sus moscas como si nada hubiera pasado.

En ese momento, una luz cegadora apareció y de ella salía una hada.

«Rana egoísta, no mereces vivir en este estanque». El hada volaba alrededor de la rana.

«Espere, señora hada, este es mi lugar desde que tengo memoria y esa rana invasora quiso adueñarse de él». La rana estaba aterrorizada.

«Si tanto te gusta tu lugar, estarás aquí por siempre». El hada movía su varita.

La rana vio esto y saltó rápidamente al agua, pero la magia del hada la alcanzó y la convirtió en piedra, quedando con patas petrificadas afuera del agua. Aquella rana egoísta quedó como una estatua en ese estanque y se convirtió en un símbolo de advertencia para las demás. Las ranas que llegaron a ese estanque vivieron en paz y compartían los espacios, mientras el hada seguía vigilando.

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