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Fredrick chuckled. “I assure you, it’s quite true. But it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. Most days, I wish I could just be like the other frogs—quiet, simple, and carefree.”
Lily sat down beside the pond, intrigued. “Why is that? Wouldn’t you want everyone to hear you talk? You must have so many interesting things to say.”
Fredrick sighed. “At first, I thought so. But over time, I’ve realized that when you can talk, people stop seeing you for who you really are. They just want you to say something clever or give them advice. Nobody ever asks how I’m feeling or what I want to do. They only want me to perform.”
Lily sat in silence for a moment, thinking. “I never thought of it that way,” she said. “It must be lonely for you, Fredrick. Everyone seems to want something from you, but no one truly sees you.”