When
You Are Brothers and Best Friends
by
Granny
Baadsgaard
Happy
4th birthday Rylan.
I
love you sweetheart.
You told me you wanted a story with frogs - so here it is.
Once upon a time there was a lonely
green frog named Rylan. When Rylan woke up in the morning he looked at the
empty side of his lily pad and sighed. He thought about what it would be like
if he had a brother. He wished and wished; but no brother came.
“If I had a brother,” Rylan said to his
mother one day. “We would hop from one lily pad to another all day and splash
in the water. We would have so much fun.”
“Daddy and I are working on it,” his
mother answered.
Sometimes Rylan imagined he had a
brother. One day Rylan looked into the pond and saw another frog looking back
at him.
“Oh, there you are,” Rylan said. “Hop
out of the pond and we’ll play hide and seek in the cattails.”
But Rylan’s brother in the pond didn’t
come out. He stayed in the water. Rylan noticed that his brother copied
everything he did. If Rylan raised his right arm, his brother raised his right
arm. If Rylan hopped up and down three times, his brother hopped up and down
three times.
“I have a new brother,” Rylan told his
mother one day. He lives in the pond and he always copies me.
“Oh that is just your reflection,” his
mother said.
Rylan didn’t know what reflection meant
but he decided to make his brother come out of the pond so he could show his
mother.
The next day Rylan went to the pond and
reached inside the water to pull his brother out. It didn’t work. All he
touched was water. His brother disappeared in the splashes he made.
“Where are you?” Rylan called. “Please
come out and play with me.”
When the splashes stopped and the water
returned to a calm smooth pond, Rylan saw his brother again staring at him like
he always did.
“Well, you are a good listener,” Rylan
said. “But I wish you’d come out of there and play with me sometimes.”
When Rylan was three years old he heard
his father calling his name. Then he saw his mother and father hopping toward
him with big smiles on their faces.
“We have something exciting to tell
you,” his father said. “Your mother is going to have a new baby. Before long
you are going to have a new sister or brother.”
“Please let the baby be a brother so we
can be best friends,” Rylan said in his prayers every night.
On the day his brother was born, Rylan
was so excited he couldn’t stop hopping up and down and jumping from lily pad
to lily pad.
“This is the best day of my life,” said
yelled to the sky.
“How about we name him Griffen?” his
mother said. “Would you like that?”
“Griffen is a great name,” Rylan
answered. “Now when can he play?”
“Griffen just wants to eat and sleep. He
is too little for hopping. Be patient Rylan.”
Rylan tried so hard to be patient but it
was very hard. Soon his brother grew big enough to hop. Every day Rylan taught
his brother something new. He showed him how to croak and how to hop from lily
pad to lily pad. He taught him how to catch dragon flies with his tongue.”
“Griffen and I are best friends,” Rylan
said to his mother.
But some days were hard. Griffen knocked
over all of Rylan carefully built bridges between the lily pads. Sometimes he
croaked so loud at night it kept Rylan awake at night.
“Brothers are like that,” his father
said when he heard Rylan complain. “Sometimes they do things that make us feel
tired or mad. But when you’re brothers we stay best friends any way.”
One day Rylan took Griffen to see his
still brother in the pond. Rylan saw two still brothers in the water. One
looked just like Rylan and one looked just like Griffen. The one who looked
like Rylan copied everything Rylan did. The one who looked like Griffen copied everything
Griffen did.
“This brother is very still and quiet,” Rylan
said to Griffen. “But all he ever does is copy us and he won’t ever come out
and play. “You are much better. You’re my best friend. Sometimes you make me
feel tired or mad, but when we’re brothers, we stay best friends any way.”
Then Griffen splashed pond water on
Rylan. Rylan gasped and pulled Griffen into the pond with him. Then they both
croaked so loud they scared all the dragon flies away.
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