Storytime: Frankie and the Fish
These fish were in a frustrating fix till a fantastic solution was found!
Frankie the Frog had no worries about surviving winter—hibernation has its benefits, after all—but what about his goldfish friends in that shallow pond?
Once upon a time, there was a frog named Frankie. One day, he hopped as fast as he could to his favourite pond. “I’m finally here!” he croaked. Just before flinging himself into the fresh, cool water, he noticed a black-and-orange goldfish blowing bubbles and looking at him with fear in her eyes. “What’s the matter little fish?” asked Frankie. “My name is Fanny,” answered the goldfish, poking her tiny mouth just above the water’s surface. Her fin was flapping furiously. “I’m very worried. The water in this little pond is becoming frigid and we are in great fear for our lives.”
“We?” questioned Frankie. “Are there other fish in there with you?” Suddenly, four more tiny fish were floating next to Fanny.
“Hi, I’m Frieda, I’m Fritz, I’m Fabio and I’m Flora,” they all sang out, their bubbles making the water all frothy. “Well, hi there, nice to meet you,” croaked Frankie. “Hellooo,” interrupted Fannie. “Didn’t you hear me? We’re all fearing for our lives down here. We don’t have time for frivolous chatter. It will be snowing soon and I’m afraid we’ll freeze to death.” “Hmm,” frowned Frankie, as he stuck out his long tongue and caught one of his favourite foods, a fat fly. I’m glad I don’t have to face that problem. When the snow starts to fall, I just hibernate for the entire winter.” “What does hyrinate mean?” asked Fritz. “HIBERNATE, it means to fade into a deep sleep for a long time. I feel fantastic and refreshed when spring arrives.” “Well, that’s just fine for you,” Fanny said, flailing and flopping in the water, “but what are we going to do?” “Hmm, this is quite a flabbergasting situation,” replied Frankie with a frown. The fish and Frankie fretted about the frightening situation for a while, when suddenly, in a flash, a net was flipped into the water and, one by one, the fish were fetched out and flopped into a pail. Frankie watched in frustration as a fearsome looking man carried his friends away. Following closely behind, he saw the man suddenly stop beside a fabulous, much larger pond. Fascinated, Frankie watched as all five fish were gently freed into the warmer and deeper water. The man left and Frankie hopped down to the pond to find his friends happily frolicking in formation. He jumped onto a floating flower and called out to them. “You will all be fine now. The water temperature farther down stays above freezing all winter.” “Farewell, Frankie. We will never forget you,” they all cried. “Oh, don’t fret my newfound friends,” he replied. “Have a fantastic winter and I’ll find you after the frost melts in spring. I’d better get going as I must fill up with food before my long sleep.” The fact is, thought Frankie as he hopped away, we must always have faith. ■