By Craig Bowen, Fabulist/Business Development Coordinator,
Plateau Land & Wildlife Management
I am no Aesop, but I was a character in a fable, once…
Not so long ago in a land not so far away, the Bullfrog lived in a large pond. A fisherman owned this pond, and kept a wide variety of creepy-crawly-slithery-swimmy-fluttery-hoppy creatures there.
One cloudy morning, the Fisher ventured to his pond to catch some fish to eat. From his small vessel, the Fisher cast his fly over and over, but no fish would bite. The Bullfrog, sitting low in the water and completely unaware of the Fisher's presence, waited patiently for his own meal as the Fisher made his way around the shoreline.
Suddenly, a fat, gray fly landed in front of the frog. Surreptitiously he dove underwater, coming up just in front of the fly.
"I will attack," the Bullfrog thinks.
And he does, water rushing past his tympanic membranes, flooding his mouth, and washing into his eyes as he kept them on his target. In an instant, the scrumptious fly was in his mouth. Something, though, was amiss - the fly bit, shook, and pulled on his lips; he was forced out into deeper water and pulled into the air towards the light. Soon, the frog was in the Fisher's hands, a being such as the frog had never seen.
The Fisher removed the biting fly, and stared at the frog for what seemed liked hours. The Fisher gently released the Bullfrog back into the water. Hurriedly, he jumped onto the shore. There he sat, reflecting on the last few minutes' calamitous events.
"That was a narrow escape," thought Bullfrog. "I do not know why that being let me live, but I will bask on this bank in thankfulness so as to not tempt it to come back after me." So there he sat in the beautiful sunlight, preoccupied on the morning's bittersweet happenings...
The Snake, though, had other plans. She had also been hunting this morning, and witnessed this peculiar episode from a clump of grass in the bank. As snakes do, she studied the frog from a distance, weighing the benefits and risks of expending the energy to catch such a large meal.
"It will take much effort," she mused, "but a meal that large would last for some time. Moreover, the Bullfrog is overwhelmed by his recent encounter with the Fisher. He would be easy to catch unawares."
Having made her decision, she began moving forward. Though she was behind the frog, she advanced slowly, using her serpentine muscles to contract and relax slowly, invisibly moving her forward. She noticed the Fisher had spotted her and was watching from the bank, but he posed no threat. Keeping her eye on the prize she reached striking distance. WHAM! She coiled half her body and struck almost instantaneously, leaping forward with blinding speed. The strike met its mark, and soon she had the Bullfrog's entire right leg in her mouth.
The Bullfrog struggled and pulled, but his soft skin would not allow him leverage to escape the Snake's re-curved teeth. The Fisher, still watching from his fishing vessel, watched the struggle for a very long time. Just as the Snake pulled the Bullfrog up the bank away from the water, the Bullfrog would struggle and fight his way towards the water, almost reaching it each time before being pulled away again.
"I am so very tired," thought the Bullfrog. "I will try just one more time to escape, but I am not sure how much more I have left in me."
So, the Bullfrog mustered all his strength and lunged forward toward the water. The Snake was surprised by the strength the Bullfrog had left, and lost her grip on the Bullfrog. He made it into the water, and dropped quickly under water to his freedom. The Snake was unhappy about losing her catch, but opportunities to eat came often, and there would be another chance soon.
Moral: Keep a watchful eye, especially when things are going your way.
Photos of the fable captured by our fabulist (on his iPhone) in video montage on YouTube, above.
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