Custom Glade Xotl
Jane
Bullfrogs don't dance.
Everyone who called the Little Willow Pond home knew that bullfrogs don't dance.
The fireflies knew, the bluegill knew, the herons knew, and especially the bullfrogs knew: they don't dance.
Bullfrogs sing!
But this posed a problem for dear Betsy: she couldn't sing.
Well, Betsy could sing. Just not well.
If you've ever heard the unfortunate tune of a rabbit dying, you have an idea of how Betsy sounded when she sang.
Betsy was well aware of her shortcoming and, despite being seemingly confident in all things, was incredibly reluctant to partake in a melody with friends. That's not to say she disliked music; her favorite ditties included "A Hop by the Mudhole" and "Hibernation in the Fog." But her peers were quick to admonish her whenever her strangled, gargling singing voice squeaked out of her froggy throat. This kept her quiet.
But dancing was a different matter altogether!
It ignited such a joy in Betsy, that she could hardly keep it to herself! She pranced and spun, leapt and twirled on wide lily pads under the moonlight until dawn!
Everyone who called the Little Willow Pond saw Betsy dancing at one point or another. The fireflies, the bluegill, the herons, and especially the bullfrogs knew: Betsy was a dancer.
Well, Betsy could dance. Just not well.
But at least she wasn't singing.
