The day was not going well for me. I was almost smashed by a wagon, boiled alive, and thrown to my death. I was fleeing from a small band of young boys when I hopped into a random house. A young man was staring down at me intently and looked curious, but seemed rather perturbed.
“Ribbit – What’s your name? And will you please hide me?” I asked frantically. “Oh wait, I’m so sorry. I forgot you don’t speak frog.”
“Chafulmisa is my name,” the boy replied, confused. “And why are you talking to me? Frogs cannot talk! Are you the goddess Heqet? My family worships you! Oh how great – ”
“Whoa, whoa there buddy. I’m not a girl, or divine, or anything like that. I am a frog.”
And then, without warning, Chafulmisa just turned and left. Strange guy, I thought. It was nearing midday, and I realized I hadn’t been over to the river in a ages. I had found a nice puddle of water near the shade trees I sat in during the hot times, much more convenient than hopping down to the community river. I hopped, and hopped, and hopped, and hopped until it seemed like I’d been hopping for too long. I knew I was near the river, but something was wrong. There were no people standing around squabbling with their annoying little children running about. Something was definitely wrong. I bounced towards the river hurriedly. There were only a few hundred people, a definite change from the thousands usually here at midday. Then I looked back down at the river. It looked different somehow. Then it hit me, the river wasn’t shiny and clear like usual, it was a blood-red color. Oh! And is that terrible stench coming from the river? I saw several frogs crouched by the far riverbank. I hesitantly leaped towards them and landed in the odd colored water. As I began to paddle my way across, the water seemed to push against me as I swam to the far bank. The smell alone seemed as if it would kill me. I jumped out of this strange water and tried to shake off the slimy film that covered my body. One of the other frogs shouted to me, “Hey! Did you jump in too?”
“Obviously,” I responded, “Is this actually water? Or is it some other liquid? It feels like swimming in the ditches after a rainstorm, all thick and filmy!”
“It is blood,” the other frogs responded. “We saw two men talking to another man and the first two said, ‘The Lord, the God of the Hebrews, has sent me to say to you: Let my people go, so that they may worship me in the wilderness. But until now you have not listened.’ Then one of them held up a big stick, and BAM! No more water, only blood.”