The Elephant Frog
A mini story by Lisa Bartell
The Elephant Frog looked towards the sky. “I’m lost”, he screamed to the clouds, the Sun, the Moon and the Stars.
It wasn’t always like this. The day the mirror stared back at him was the day he became confused. Nothing made sense
“Where do I fit in the world? Someone please help me!”
The Elephant Frog wondered who brought him into the world. He had no memory of parents. “Was one a frog and the other an elephant? That doesn’t any sense.”
Even in his sadness, he longed to discover who he was.
He decided to gather pens and pencils and large sheets of blank paper where he wrote day and night about every thought he had. Sometimes he drew little pictures on the paper that told his story better than words. “This drawing makes me feel good”, said the Elephant Frog. “Maybe I’ll add some color.” So he gathered tubes of paint and brushes and canvas and began pouring his soul on to painting after painting after painting.
One day, he kept staring at what he created. “This looks so familiar. Is this me?” Suddenly the wisdom of the Universe swirled through his brain, lighting up what he had thought were empty spaces. Wisdom traveled through his voice as he screamed with joy, “I created myself! I see a dancer on my head and a clown on my toes! These are my friends who love me!” Big tears kept running down his beautiful elephant trunk and his beautiful frog feet. The Elephant Frog had discovered his power and in it found love, truth and contentment.
He had the wisdom of knowing endless creativity in all its shapes and colors.