A Short Story: Herman the Frog and a Place to Call Home
It was a warm summer day in Lilly Meadows; the sun was shining, the birds were soaring above the clouds, and all the creatures below were quietly bustling about their day, except Herman the frog. Herman lived in Lilly Meadows. Lilly Meadows was a quiet village snuggled between Opal Lake and Stone Forest. Herman had lived his entire life in Lilly Meadows, but he never felt like he belonged; even as a tadpole, he knew that he was different. Everyone in the village was so quiet, modest, and bustling about, day in and day out, living the same routine. Herman, however, was much more intentional and thoughtful about how he spent his days. Herman did not mind the disposition of the village, but the creatures of the village did not like Herman's disposition because he was nothing like his wood frog army counterparts. While the wood frog army was catching and eating flies raw, Herman was in the kitchen making herbaceous horsefly casseroles; the wood frog army spent much of their days lazing about sitting on logs, but Herman preferred to practice tai chi and acrobatic routines on the logs; and while the wood frogs slept about on the lily pads drifting atop the lake, Herman would ride the lily pads on the high currents of the river.
