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  1. Susan Parish says:

    The Scorpion and the Frog

    One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and
    decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the
    forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going
    until he reached a river.

    The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the
    situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then
    checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn

    Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream
    on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help
    getting across the stream.

    "Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be
    so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"

    "Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.

    "Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

    Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about
    when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get
    back to the shore!"

    "This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

    "Alright then…how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.

    "Ahh…," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me
    to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help,
    that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

    So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over
    to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger.
    The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling
    into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy
    water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the
    scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of
    the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

    Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his
    back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his
    stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into
    his limbs.

    "You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"

    The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.

    "I could not help myself. It is my nature."

    Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.

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