The Frogs Complaint Against the Sun

Croak! Croak! Croak! The noise rose out of the marsh and up into the sky. It rolled past the clouds and rattled the doors of heaven.

Jupiter, king of the gods, looked down and saw every frog in the marsh with its mouth wide open. "What is the matter?" he called. "Why all this croaking?"

An old frog climbed onto a lily pad. "Have you not heard the news?" he said. "The Sun is going to take a wife!"

"And why should that trouble you?" asked Jupiter.

The frog pointed one wet toe at the sky. "Look at him! There is only one of him, and he bakes our mud hard. He dries up our pools, and we lie gasping in our cracked little homes."

Croak! went the frogs behind him. Croak! Croak! "One Sun does all that," said the old frog. "So tell us, Jupiter. What will become of us when he has little suns of his own?"