In a peaceful pond surrounded by swaying reeds, the Frog King sat majestically on his throne-like lily pad. His small golden crown glinted in the morning sun as he watched over his happy kingdom. The air was filled with the gentle chorus of his subjects, their croaking creating a harmonious morning symphony.
Suddenly, a sleek black snake with mesmerizing green patterns slithered onto a nearby rock. Its yellow eyes fixed upon the Frog King with an intense gaze. “Your Majesty,” the snake spoke in a smooth, silky voice, “I’ve traveled far and heard tales of your wonderful kingdom. Might I rest here awhile?”
The Frog King, known for his wisdom and hospitality, welcomed the newcomer. “Of course, friend. Our pond offers shelter to all peaceful visitors.”
Over the next few days, the snake showed the Frog King wonders he had never seen before. Together they explored the forest beyond the pond, with the Frog King riding on the snake’s back. They discovered sparkling streams, colorful flowers, and ancient trees that touched the sky.
“See how much more there is to life beyond your small pond?” the snake would say, gliding smoothly along the forest paths. The Frog King marveled at each new sight, feeling grateful for his new friend’s guidance.
But as they traveled, the snake’s voice grew hungrier, and its yellow eyes gleamed with an unsettling light. “Your Majesty,” it said one day, “surely such wonderful adventures deserve some payment?”
Back at the pond, in a dark corner away from the other frogs, the snake’s friendly demeanor vanished. Its body coiled menacingly around the Frog King, who now realized his terrible mistake. “Payment?” the Frog King asked, his voice trembling.
“Yes,” hissed the snake, its fangs gleaming. “For each day of our friendship, I demand one of your subjects as payment.” The Frog King, trapped and frightened, had no choice but to agree. One by one, his beloved subjects disappeared into the snake’s hungry mouth.
As the sun set on the once-lively pond, silence fell where joyful croaking had once filled the air. The snake, now coiled on the central lily pad, flicked its tongue at the small golden crown lying nearby – all that remained of the trusting Frog King. The empty pond stood as a solemn reminder that not all who claim to be friends have friendship in their hearts.