Don't waste a second

One night in Tiny Wood (so called ‘cause of the tiny people and plants that live in it), while Simon the frog was wetting his lily pad to go to sleep, Simon’s servant, Flutter the fly was out fetching him a pollen pen and lily pad paper.

Simon was madly and utterly in love with Franella the fish and had to write her a love letter. She loved him too, though he didn’t know, and this was his last chance to declare his love for her because she was marrying Tirone, king of all the living creatures of the pond, the next day.

Oh and how Simon wished that Flutter would hurry up, so eager to give Franella the letter. But what Simon didn’t know, was that on his way to The Chirping Shop, Flutter had flown in a window by mistake. Dodging many hands, cloths, anti-insect sprays and lit matches (loosing a wing in the process) he had finally got to The Chirping Shop.

And how bad do you think Flutter felt when he realised that the shop was closed… He slept under a leaf on the ground, while Simon, still studying and planning everything he was going to write to his beloved, panicked to think that he wouldn’t get the pollen pen and lily pad paper on time.

At five in the morning, the shop opened and Flutter bought the needed products. It would take him three whole hours to fly back, missing one wing. The lily pad paper and pollen pen were surprisingly heavy, and poor anguished Flutter struggled, stopping every while to rest his poor wing. At last, Simon breathed easy, receiving what he hadn’t slept over last night.

He had the whole day to write it and give it to her, but he decided to do it then and there, seen as, the printed letter he already had in his mind couldn’t wait one second to be beautifully written, with love…

But alas, all didn’t go well from that moment onward, even though Simon the frog thought everything had been sorted out. He spent all day searching for Franella to hand her the letter before her arranged marriage took place. Simon’s efforts not in vain, he found her just ten minutes before her wedding and knelt down to hand her the letter. But, you can almost guess what happened then. It started pouring with rain, and no one was saved from this. Franella wasn’t able to read the letter, and much to both of their discontent (hers and Simons), Franela married Tirone, whom she didn’t love and she didn’t live happily ever after. Nor did poor Simon. How easy would it have been just to tell Franella he loved her?