WHY FROGS AND SNAKES NEVER PLAN A PICNIC TOGETHER
21st November 2023
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WHY FROGS AND SNAKES NEVER PLAN A PICNIC TOGETHER
Once upon a time, in the heart of an African forest, where the trees told ancient tales and the wind carried the whispers of the ancestors, there lived a lively young frog named Kwaku. Kwaku was known far and wide for his extraordinary hopping abilities, leaping from lily pad to lily pad with the grace of a gazelle. His days were filled with laughter, and the forest echoed with the joyous ribbits of the small green amphibian.
One sunny day, as Kwaku hopped around the trees, he stumbled upon a slithery surprise — a baby snake named Nia. Nia, with her glistening scales and curious eyes, was basking in the sun, enjoying the warmth of the day.
“Hello there!” croaked Kwaku, his eyes wide with excitement. “What brings you to my hopping grounds?”
Nia, raising her head with a graceful coil, replied, “I’m just soaking up the sun, my friend. The world looks different from down here.”
And so, an unexpected friendship blossomed between Kwaku, the bouncy frog, and Nia, the sleek snake. They spent the entire day exploring the secrets of the forest, teaching each other their unique ways of navigating through the lush greenery.
Kwaku demonstrated the art of hopping, inviting Nia to join in the frolic. In return, Nia unveiled the elegance of sliding on her belly, leaving a shimmering trail in the soil. The forest became a lively playground where leaps met slithers, and laughter echoed through the trees.
As the day danced towards twilight, Kwaku and Nia sat on a moss-covered rock, catching their breath. Kwaku, with a twinkle in his eye, asked, “Will you come back tomorrow, Nia? You’re now my best friend in the whole wide forest!”
Nia, her scales glowing in the fading light, nodded with a smile, “Absolutely, Kwaku! A slithery-snappy promise!”
Little did they know that their newfound friendship would soon face a challenge. As Kwaku hopped home, he excitedly shared his adventures with his mother, Mama Kwaku. However, Mama Kwaku’s eyes widened with concern.
“Snake?” she exclaimed, her voice as stern as the drumbeats in the distance. “No, Kwaku! The snake family is cunning, and they carry poison in their fangs. It’s dangerous to befriend them. No more hopping with Nia!”
Kwaku, his wide eyes now clouded with disappointment, protested, “But Mama, Nia is different. She’s my friend! We had so much fun today.”
Mama Kwaku, however, remained resolute. “No, my little hopper. Snakes are not to be trusted. It’s a path that leads to danger.”
The next day, as the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Kwaku waited eagerly for Nia to arrive. When she finally slithered into view, Kwaku’s eyes sparkled with joy. However, Nia’s scales seemed to carry a shadow of sadness.
“Hi, Kwaku,” she greeted, her voice a tad softer than usual.
“Hey, Nia. Something wrong?” Kwaku asked, sensing the change.
Nia sighed, “My mom told me we can’t play together anymore. She said frogs are dangerous and could eat me.”
Kwaku’s eyes widened in disbelief, “What? My mom said snakes are dangerous and could bite me!”
As the realization dawned upon them, a somber silence enveloped the once vibrant friends. They sat alone, away from each other, contemplating the unfairness of the world.
Kwaku finally broke the silence, “Yesterday was a good day, Nia. A day of hopping and sliding, of laughter and joy. A good friendship day.”
Nia nodded, “A good friendship day indeed, Kwaku.”
With heavy hearts, they stood up and exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. Hand in paw, or rather, flipper in coil, they mumbled in unison, “How sad it is that our mothers don’t let us play together.”
And so, with a sigh and a shared moment of understanding, Kwaku the frog and Nia the snake, the unlikeliest of friends, parted ways. The enchanting tale of why frogs and snakes never plan a picnic together became a whispered legend in the African forest, a reminder that sometimes, friendship must navigate the twists and turns of the wild, much like the vines and roots that crisscross the jungle floor.
And who knows, maybe one day, in a secret clearing where moonlight kisses the leaves, Kwaku and Nia will reunite, ribbiting and hissing under the ancient African sky, proving that true friendships can defy even the deepest roots of tradition.
AFRICAN FOLKTALE
WHY FROGS AND SNAKES NEVER PLAN A PICNIC TOGETHER
In the enchanted woods, where the leaves whispered secrets and the sunlight painted a kaleidoscope of colors, our story begins. Amidst the rustling leaves and croaking frogs, we find Baby Frog, a lively hopper with dreams as high as the trees, and Baby Snake, a slithery adventurer basking in the warmth of the sun. Little did they know, this chance encounter would spark a friendship as unique and unpredictable as the winding vines of their magical forest home. So, buckle up your imaginary seatbelts and prepare for a tale where leaps and slithers intertwine in a dance of unlikely camaraderie!
CHARACTERS:
BABY FROG: Sprightly and curious.
BABY SNAKE: Slithery and charming.
MOTHER FROG: Strict, with a hint of amphibious sass.
SCRIPT:
SCENE I – IN THE WOODS
(Baby Frog is gracefully hopping around the trees when he stumbles upon Baby Snake basking in the sun.)
BABY FROG: Hey there! What’s the sssss-weet word, snakey?
BABY SNAKE: Just soaking up some rays, hopster. You?
BABY FROG: Frog-tastic! I’m Baby Frog, the hopping extraordinaire. Want to join the hip-hop parade?
(They start hopping together)
BABY SNAKE: This is more fun than uncoiling in the sun!
BABY FROG: Now, your turn! Show me the snakey slide.
(Baby Snake slides on his belly, and they laugh together)
BABY FROG: Sliding like a snake on a slippery slope! Brilliant!
BABY SNAKE: Now, tree time. Follow my scales!
(They hilariously attempt to climb trees, showcasing their unique styles)
BABY FROG: Up we go! This is a leap in the right direction!
BABY SNAKE: Coiling up a tree is like playing a slithery symphony!
BABY FROG: Whoa, it’s getting darker than a cave in here. Same time, same pond tomorrow?
BABY SNAKE: You bet! You’re my new best buddy in the animal kingdom!
BABY FROG: Ribbit-tastic! Thanks for showing me the slithery side of life!
(They hug and part ways)
SCENE II – AT THE FROG’S HOUSE
(Mother Frog awaits Baby Frog’s return, with a disapproving look on her face)
MOTHER FROG: And where have you been, little hopscotch?
BABY FROG: Mom, you won’t believe the day I had! I met Baby Snake, and we became the dynamic duo of the forest!
MOTHER FROG: (With a dramatic pause) Snake? Oh, honey, that’s a slippery situation. They’ve got venom in their bedtime stories.
BABY FROG: But Mom, he’s my new BFF, my hop-along amigo!
MOTHER FROG: No way, tadpole! The snake family is not to be trusted. They’ve got fangs sharper than your wit. No more snake shenanigans, got it?
(They hop inside the house)
SCENE III – IN THE WOODS
(Baby Frog waits eagerly for Baby Snake, who arrives with a slightly sadder slither)
BABY SNAKE: Hey…
BABY FROG: Hey…
BABY SNAKE: Feeling the sssss-udden sadness too?
BABY FROG: Yeah, Mom laid down the law. No more snakey fun.
BABY SNAKE: My mom, too. She said, “Don’t even think about hopping with that frog!”
(They share a moment of silent disappointment)
BABY FROG: You know, yesterday was ribbit-tastic.
BABY SNAKE: A hiss-terical friendship day!
(They sit alone, but then, almost simultaneously…)
BABY FROG AND BABY SNAKE: It’s a tail of woe that our moms won’t let us be a tag team.
(They stand up, nod at each other, and sadly slither and hop away)
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows of nostalgia on the forest floor, Baby Frog and Baby Snake, once inseparable playmates, reluctantly parted ways. The whimsical echoes of laughter and the memory of shared adventures lingered in the air, leaving a bittersweet taste in their hearts. In a world where leaps met slithers, and friendships blossomed despite the odds, the tale of why frogs and snakes seldom play together served as a reminder — that even in the most unexpected corners of the woods, bonds can be woven, and differences can be celebrated. As the stars emerged to witness the end of this forest fable, one couldn’t help but wonder if, in some secret rendezvous, Baby Frog and Baby Snake would meet again, sharing tales of ribbits and hisses under the moonlit canopy of their magical, mystical home. And so, concludes our story, a testament to the extraordinary friendships that await in the heart of the enchanted woods.
THE END
AUTHOR: AFRICAN FOLKTALE
ADAPTED BY: K I D S I N C O
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