(A Tale of Ego, Revenge, and a Deadly Lesson)
There was once a forgotten ville deep in the jungle, where frogs lived like tiny kings inside their mossy little world. And among them was one frog Žižole. He wasn’t bigger. He wasn’t louder. He wasn’t any different, really. But for some reason, they mocked him. Day after day. Teasing him like it was a sport. No real reason. Just bored frogs acting cruel.
Žižole said nothing. But it burned.
“Žižole, what’s wrong? You look like you haven’t eaten.”
“You gonna cry again, little frog?”
“Why do you stare at us like that? You look at us like we’re your food.”
They laughed. He didn’t. He just stared.
One day, he’d had enough. He looked around, realized he didn’t belong in that well anymore. He needed out. Not just to escape—but to strike back. “Let me find something stronger than all of them. Something they fear. Then we’ll see who laughs.”
Žižole climbed out. Sat quietly on a flat stone outside the well. Waiting. Watching.
Then… something moved.
A slow, slithering shape. Deadly. Beautiful in that terrifying way. A snake.
Žižole’s eyes lit up. “This is it. This is what I need.”
He hopped forward. “I want to be your friend.”
The snake paused. His tongue flicked. “Did I hear you right?”
“Yes. I want to be your friend,” Žižole said, without blinking.
“I’ve never heard of this. A frog wanting to befriend a snake. You do realize frogs are food to me, right?”
“I know. And I still want to be your friend. Because if we partner, we both win. You get food. I get revenge.”
The snake stared. Curious now.
Žižole explained. “Inside that well, there are frogs—my relatives, my enemies. They humiliate me. I want them gone. You want to eat. I’ll take you to them. You get a buffet. I get peace.”
The snake smirked. “You sure about this?”
“Just promise me one thing. Only eat the ones I show you. Leave the others.”
“Deal,” hissed the snake.
Žižole led the snake to the secret crack in the stone, a narrow path into the well. That night, the snake slid down into the dark.
Next morning, panic.
Frogs jumped and screamed. Chaos everywhere. The snake slithered silently, calm as death. Žižole pointed, cold and precise. “That one. Him. And him too.” One by one, the bullies disappeared. Eaten. Gone.
Žižole felt power for the first time.
But then, something changed.
The snake didn’t stop.
He started eating frogs Žižole didn’t point at. Cousins. Friends. Even Žižole’s own brother.
“Hey!” Žižole shouted. “That wasn’t part of the deal. Those are my family!”
The snake turned, eyes cold. “You brought me here. You fed me frogs. Now keep feeding me. Or I’ll eat you next.”
Žižole froze. He realized too late—he hadn’t made a friend. He’d let a killer in.
But he didn’t panic. He thought fast. “Okay, okay. I’ll get more frogs. But I need to leave the well to find them. This one’s empty now. Let me go find another well. I’ll bring more.”
The snake narrowed his eyes. “And what if you don’t come back?”
“You have to trust me. If I bring you with me, no one will come near. Let me go alone.”
The snake hesitated. Then nodded. “Fine. But don’t make me wait too long.”
Žižole climbed out.
And ran.
Didn’t look back. Didn’t stop. Heart pounding, legs burning.
“I was a fool,” he muttered. “I thought I was using him… but he would’ve eaten me too. I brought death into my own home.”
Back in the well, the snake waited.
And waited.
Žižole never came back.
Moral?
Anger makes you stupid.
Ego opens the door to destruction.
If you invite evil to kill your enemies…
Don’t be surprised when it eats you too.
