Three Frogs
Three frogs sit beneath the earth, just beneath the ground, in a mossy cave.
How's The Daughter Tree looking?
The first croaks from her position "Endless."
How's The Wife Tree looking?
The last croaks from her position "Finished."
How's The Father Tree looking?
The middle croaks from my position "Ready when you are."
Sprouts burst upward and intertwine, bringing thought to life, soon with trunk, leaves, and branches to image. The roots, as well, extend downward, filling the earth beneath the humble cave, until the frogs are surrounded by wood instead of moss. We continue to croak one after another in satisfaction, glad to have never left our cave, instead bringing Paradise to us.
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