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The Disobedient Frog

I would like to tell you about the disobedient frog

            A young frog live with widowed mother in a large pond. A rascal and a trouble maker, he never listened to his mother and cause her much grief and embarassment.

            If his mother said go play on the hillside, he went to the seashore. If she said go to the upper neighborhood, he went to the lower. If she said this, he did that. Whatever she said, he did the opposite.

            ”What am i  going To do with that boy?” She mumbled to herself. “Why can’t he be like the other boys? They always listen and do what they are told. And they’re always kind and respectful. I don’t know what will become of him if he keeps behaving like this. I have to do something to breaks of his bad habbits.” Mother frog sighed deeply.

            “Ha! Ha! Ha” Laughed little frog. “Hush all that mumbling. You don’t have worry about me. I’m doing fine just way i am.”

            “Is that so?”  Said mother frog. “Then, why can’t you croak properly? You don’t even sound like a frog. Let me teach you. ” With a smile, she puffed herself up and let out a loud kaegul! kaegul! kaegul! “Now you try.”

            Grinning broadly, little frog puffed himself up and let out a loud kulgae! kulgae!

            “You’re going to be the death me!” Cried mother frog. “You’ll listen to me if you know what’s good for you. Now you.........”

            “Kulgae! Kulgae!” croaked little frog, hopping away.

            One day she called him to her bedside. “My son I don’t think will live much longer. When I die please don’t bury me on the mountain, bury me beside the stream.” She said this because she knew he would do the opposite of what she said.

            A few days later mother frog die, little frog cried and cried. “I always did the opposite of what mother said because it was fun. But this time i will do exactly what she told me to do”. Said little frog, then  Little frog buried mother frog beside the stream, even tough he did not think it was very wise.

            A few weeks later there was storm. It rained so much and the stream overflowed its banks. In the pouring rain he sat, crying over and over, “Kaegul Kaegul please don’t wash my mother away!” And that is what he did every time it rained.

            And ever since then, frogs have cried Kaegul! Kaegul! Kaegul! When its rain.

Oke thank’s for you’re attention