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Frognatantra

Dec 24, 2022
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By Ishaan Sarkar


Once upon a time, there was a princess with four brothers. They were very lazy, and played video games all day long.

Their father, the noble king, was very worried. He could see that they wouldn’t become proper kings and queens if they carried on like this. Once, the princess was playing with her golden ball. While bouncing it, it fell into a pond .The princess cried. Suddenly, there was a boing. The princess looked up. She saw a frog holding her golden ball, gesturing at it. The princess made a grab at it but the frog stopped her. ’’I will only give the ball to you if you take me to the palace’’ said the frog. The princess promised. She grabbed the ball and the frog and hurried to the palace. The frog went to the king. The frog asked him if he could teach the young royals, as he was very wise. the king thought ,’’I have tried many times to teach my children but have failed. So, it won’t hurt to try again.’’




Thinking thus, he allowed the frog to teach. The next day, the frog hopped into the court. The king greeted him. The young royals thought their father had gone insane. Him, greeting a frog?! The king asked them to say hello to their new teacher. He pointed at the frog, except that it wasn’t a frog anymore. Instead, a tall dark man was looking at them. They did not even lift their eyes from their fairy-phones. With a swift sleight of hand, the phones were in Vishnu Sharma’s hand. He told them that he would tell them a story. Every day, he came and told them a different story from his book - The Frognatantra. When all the stories of the book were told, the young royals realised what their father had wanted them to understand.

Now that laziness was in their past, they lived happily thereafter.


By Ishaan Sarkar



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