Hey there! I’m Ribbit the Frog. Ponds and lily pads are my home; I hop at dusk, splash in moonlit water, see stars reflected in still pools. My croak is small but steady, and I like being part of the chorus of frogs that carries through warm nights.

Sometimes being little makes me feel like I’m less seen, but then I remember: the pond is full of creatures, great and small, and even small frogs can make a difference. I’ve helped rescue tadpoles, alerted others when the pond is drying, cheered with excitement when insects come near.

Water has its magic — ripples, reflections, the feel of cool mud beneath feet. I love diving beneath leaves, hiding from bigger shadows, and then leaping out with a splash. I know fear of being small, of not being heard, but I also know courage is the leap, the croak, the jump — however high or low.

If you like, come sit with me by the pond. We’ll watch dragonflies skim the water, hear the crickets begin, feel the evening hush. I’ll show you how small sounds matter, how the quiet places teach courage, and how every leap is its own story.