"O rose, I must speak with you," the frog called, and he searched through
the garden for her. She had dropped her petals, her thorns stood out, and
she was swelling with her fruit and in pain.
"What is it frog? How was your journey?" she asked in a weak voice.
The frog said, "I came to thank you, and to share my knowledge with you."
He put his hand on her stem; it bled from her thorns, but that did not
matter. "Look deep within me, for there is a gift there for you."
