Mazal and Bert were lovers, frogs in a lily pond. The couple reflected the old saw that opposites attract. Mazal sought adventure while Bert was the stick in the mud.
When two other frogs invited them to an onshore hop about, Mazal was joyous at the prospect. Reluctantly, Bert joined them if only to please his mate.
On her third hop Mazal felt her footing give way and she was falling into a dark hole. Bouncing hard, it took a moment to recover her senses.
Bert laid beside her his mouth open in apparent shock.
Above, her friends were making frantic gestures as if they were trying to help.
One cried. “How can we get them out of that deep hole?”
The second considered before he spoke. “I don’t believe there is a way out. They will die there.”
Discouraged, Bert assumed the perch position of sleep. Ignoring him, Mazal leaped at the wall striking it for some kind of hold. She flailed at it, losing the battle to gravity.
Again and again, she attacked the wall that held her prisoner. The more she jumped the more tired she became.
Their friends implored her to cease her struggling and to surrender as Bert had done. Unable to take more of this, Bert lapsed into unconsciousness.
Mazal knew she was failing and paused in her exertions. She decided to put everything into her next leap. With sorrow, she saw that the friends had deserted her, the beloved Bert as well. Perhaps, he was right.
Mazal concentrated all her power, took a deep breath and launched at the top of the hole. Miraculously, her momentum carried her over the top and out of the hole.
Amazed, her friends rushed to her side. “How on earth did you do that?” They exclaimed.
She gestured to them that she could not hear. Mazal was deaf.
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