Frog Down the Well

Once upon a time there was a frog sitting down a deep dark well since he was born and believed himself to be the happiest frog of the world. One day there came another frog on the ground, who so wanted to show him how dreadful it was sitting down there knowing nothing about the big nice world outside, but he refused to come up. "I´ve already seen the whole sky, pal, it´s just as big as the well and I´m looking at it everyday!" The worst thing about the lifelong propaganda education is neither censorship nor oppression, but the consequence that someone sold your soul and you still help them counting money.

Meaning

The sun shined on me kindly, children were laughing loudly, mothers and some fathers were smiling and talking. I was sitting there thinking about what meanings does this all have. Apparently I was not in the best mood. Quite the contrary I felt a huge hole that was swallowing me. And do you know that situation where you are just staring at something while your head is totally completely blank? You don´t even feel the existence of yourself. Well, for one moment I lost my mind and didn´t know where I was. Suddenly the mother instinct came back to wake me up, warning me that I hadn´t seen my son for a while and my eyes were immediately searching for his moving shiny blue helmet, which made him together with his scooter unmistakable. After I realized how long he had been out of my sight I began to worry and stood up so I could see further. Looking around the park with my hand forming a sunblind finally I discovered him far away behind a hillock, driving exceptionally carefully down while holding his left hand a fist. I saw him opening his left hand and showing it to an old woman who was taking a walk in the park and heard only the fews words "for my mommy". I was still wondering when he then hurried up to me, shouting, "Mama, mama look! I have this for you!" He stopped his scooter right in front of me, and showed me that I should open my hand just like he did, and put his little hand on mine saying again "Mama, look, this... I have them for you!" I looked down to my hand, there were a dozen of tiny red fruits that I couldn´t call their name, well kept the long way down the hillock and transported from his little hand to mine. "I was worrying about where you have been. Did it take you so long because you were collecting these for Mama?" I asked. "Yes." He looked at me and answered, in a tone as if it were an implicitness and my question were superfluous. I looked into his dark sparkling eyes and forced myself not to cry. But I couldn´t hide my joy when I held him in my arms and gave him several kisses on his cheeks so that he couldn´t stop laughing. "Are you still looking for the meanings?" I thought to myself. "Maybe you´ll miss all of them if you are only busy searching."