Name :
Chindy Novitasari D.P.P
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*Narrative
Essay*
The
Scorpion And The Frog
One
day, a scorpion looked around 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. The scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He
couldn’t see any way to cross. So he ran upriver then checked downriver. For a
while he was thinking that he might have to turn back.
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.
“Hello,
Mr. Frog!” called the scorpion across the water. “Would you be so kind 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 won’t 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 won’t 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 you?!”
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, 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’s my nature.”
Then
they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.
Ø Message of the story :
J
Don’t ever try to lick your spittle J
