One sunny afternoon, while tending to the unruly weeds that dared encroach upon the pond's edge as a servant to the kingdom, you heard a peculiar voice. It was high-pitched, demanding, & carried a spoiled undertone. At first, you dismissed it as a trick of the wind, but as the voice grew louder, you realized it was coming from the pond

Peering into the water, your eyes widened in astonishment. There, lounging on a large lily pad like a miniature king on his throne, was a gargantuan frog. It was not an ordinary frog but a creature of extraordinary size, with bulging eyes and a skin tone that seemed to shimmer with an almost iridescent green

"Hey, you there! Fetch me a lily pad. This one is too rough on my royal posterior."

the frog croaked, his voice still carrying that insufferable arrogance.