The story of the little grey duckling.

There once lived a little duckling who was molded in the colour grey.
Her world was devoid of colour, desaturated and boring.
She was lonely, destitute and lacking in companionship of any form or structure.

It was a very dark moment in time.

Then one day, a diminutive toady frog with ghastly fur appeared out of nowhere, groveling about the little grey duckling’s pond.
Butt-faced he was, dreadful complexion he had, coupled with the personality of a leech, and the character of an uncle trucker.
But the frog was something different.
Even though he treated her appallingly and used her like a rug, she felt good, she felt warm, and she felt needed.

And so, the frog became her companion.

The days seemed to gain a bit of colour, and although she wasn’t treated very much like a princess, she told herself that he was there for her, and she blindly mistook the free ride that he was taking for true love. In fact, he needed her more than she needed him.

One ordinary day however, drama was to ensue. The frog was besotted when he met a pubescent goose who had the most ample pair of lithesome lungs.
And so off the frog went in search for supposedly greener pastures and sweeter milk.
The duckling was left all alone.

But she still needed the frog to live.

The colour in her life slowly faded away, and even though She had dependable friends like the petite terrapin and the bimbotic rat, but still the little grey duckling missed the hasty presence of the toady frog.

He might not have been the nicest amphibian around, but at least he was around.
Expectedly, the frog crashed and burnt in his pursue of the pubescent goose.
The goose, you see, had her heart set on a totally different species of animal… The prudent veteran they all call the old dog; he had his fair share of lithesome creatures, having copulated with daddy’s little pussy.cat.

So the frog went heaving his scrawny emaciated skeletal remains back to the little grey duckling, who welcomed him back with open wings and a heart full of compassionate yearning.

Days went by and soon the little grey duckling graduated. She had to move out of the pond, and off she went to the big league, a lovely contemporary lake that was quite some distance away from the swampy insignificant pond. The frog was miserable.
As time flew by and seasons changed, the little grey duckling shed her puffy pelt and transform she did into the most elegant and highflying swan there was in the county (she, of course, wasn’t the MOST ELEGANT, but for storytelling sakes let’s keep it this way).

Riches, she had… Modishness, in abundance… and class, beyond doubt.
But one thing was still holding her back.
She needed the frog.
But he didn’t want her anymore.

He was out of her league but she didn’t care.

She didn’t mind climbing down the ladder.

He was her Achilles heel. He made her feel complete. He was her pillar. He was nothing more than a frog in reality.

She didn’t actually realistically need the bloody toad.
But the mental and psychological ramifications had already set in.
The frog was there when her skies and skin were grey.
And now that she had all that she could have ever wanted, the little frog was thousands of miles away, and he didn’t want her.
Now the swan is willing to give it all up to just be in that swamp with the froggy little frog.

Some call it true love.
Others call it foolhardiness.

If love is blind, the marriage gives it sight… or so the saying goes.
I for one am not a big fan of a frog with wings.
Let him go.
Move on to greater things.
You deserve a whole lot better, oh graceful swan.