The Little Frog

Once upon a time there was a little frog. The little frog liked his life. He had enough flies to fill his belly, and enough water to drink and swim around in when he felt like it. He lived on a lily pad in the pond, which was a nice pond because there were no herons.
The little frog didn't have a single worry in his life until the girl showed up. She had a ball made of gold that she played with, and this seemed to be all she ever did. The little frog payed no attention to her at first, because he was happy with his flies and his water. But the girl grew bigger and bolder, and she started to play nearer the pond.
Over the years, as the girl grew up, she was always in the frog's life, bugging him. He liked the girl but he didn't like the feeling of discontent she gave him. Before, his life in the pond had been perfect, but now the girl, almost a woman, took up all his thoughts. He grew unhappy with the pond and its simple pleasures, and wished to be with the girl always.
One day, the frog almost got what he wished for. The girl, who still carried her ball made of gold everywhere, accidentally dropped it and it rolled into the pond. The pond was quite deep, and the girl couldn't swim. The frog watched her cry, and when he could see she had calmed down a bit, he swam down into the pond, swam up to the surface with the ball and rolled it into the girl's lap. The girl was happy again and danced off, not paying any attention to the little frog.
But he followed her with big leaps, all the way to where she lived. And when everyone was at dinner, the frog hopped onto the table next to the girl's plate. She liked the little animal, and decided to make him her little pet. After dinner, the girl took the little frog to her bedroom and made him a nice home on her bedside table.
When the girl had fallen asleep, the little frog looked at her, thinking her more beautiful and lovely the more he looked at her. He hopped onto the pillow and gave the girl a little kiss on her forehead. She, still asleep, slapped at the frog a bit too hard, and he fell on the floor.
The little frog died straightaway, and the girl, who cried when she found him in the morning, soon forgot she had ever had a little frog for a pet.