Blog Title: Frogging and Blogging
About Me: I’m Farro and I’m a frog. Bet you thought frogs didn’t keep blogs! Well, I’m not your typical frog. I have a name and I survived one of the most famous plagues in history! I was fortunate enough to live to tell the tale and that’s why I blog.
Intended Audience: Frogs and history buffs
The Day Frogs Rained from the Sky
I was lounging on the lush banks of the Nile enjoying a light snack of flies and gnats when suddenly mobs of frogs fell from the sky covering everyone and everything.
It was an unwelcome invasion. We were hopping on top of one another, bumping into one another, calling out in confusion.
I was considered something of a leader among the frog population simply because I had a name so all the inhabitants of the Nile came to me for answers. But I had none to give. I was just as confused as everyone else.
To determine the cause of this onslaught of unwanted visitors, and more importantly a solution, I decided to journey to the palace.
During my travels I witnessed the extent of the invasion. Everywhere I looked I saw another frog! They covered the ground, blanketed the fields and overcrowded the courtyards. There were frogs sitting on top of people’s heads and shoulders. There were frogs hanging from the roofs of houses and jumping in and out of ovens and troughs. People were running around and crying. It was utter chaos.
When I reached the palace I saw a person with an elaborate hat adorned with jewels speaking to a group of other men. These men performed some magic and even more frogs appeared! As crazy as it seemed, people were deliberately flooding the lands with frogs! How did people get to be so powerful when they were obviously so stupid, I wondered.
It didn’t make sense to me so I stuck around for a bit longer. As I hopped from one corner of the palace to another and over one croaking frog and another, I learned that the man in the fancy hat was named ‘Pharaoh’ too. Imagine that! A person named after a frog! Then two other men came to the palace.
Pharaoh said to the men, “Pray to the LORD to take the frogs away from me and my people, and I will let your people go to offer sacrifices to the LORD.”
One of the men named Moses replied: “I leave to you the honor of setting the time for me to pray for you and your officials and your people that you and your houses may be rid of the frogs, except for those that remain in the Nile.”
“Tomorrow,” Pharaoh said.
“It will be as you say, so that you may know there is no one like the LORD our God. The frogs will leave you and your houses, your officials and your people; they will remain only in the Nile,” Moses agreed.
That’s when I knew I was in big trouble! I knew the robed man spoke the truth and if I didn’t make it back to the Nile, I was as good as dead! I had never been so grateful for my long powerful legs and excellent jumping skill in my entire life!
I hauled my non-existent tail back to the Nile as fast as I could. All around me people were wailing and frogs were croaking. With barely a moment to spare, I arrived back at where my journey had started. The frogs of the Nile clamored around me eager to know what I had discovered while all the frogs from the sky died and a foul stench began to permeate the air.
For several moments silence fell over the Nile as our fellow frogs were heaped in piles over the land. Yes they had been an unwanted nuisance, but they were our kinsmen. I hoped that the people’s Pharaoh had softened his heart and let the people make sacrifices to the Lord so that another tragedy like this would never happen.
Well, turns out the people’s Pharaoh was indeed as dumb as I first thought because after the plague of frogs was over, he hardened his heart once more and wouldn’t let the people make sacrifices to the Lord. Stubborn fool! Stay tuned to my blog as I describe the next plague the Lord sent to Egypt.