Mysterious Emails Can Change A Life

Mysterious Emails Can Change A Life

Once upon a time in a huge metropolice called Danville, Va. there was a swamp. In that swamp lived a bullfrog named Hop, (that’s what he was so full of). He was a really nice frog, except he had a problem with getting dates with the girls. There was one in particular he really had a thing for. Her first name was Anne. Her last name was Fibian, but her i. d. said, "Anne-Fibian." Hopkins thought she was the most beautiful frog in the history of the universe, but her daddy didn't like Hop so they couldn't date. Yet later they got news that her daddy had, "croaked." That meant they could go out and have fun like other frogs do when they go on dates. There was a fig tree near the swamp, but, the "dates" were good enough for them.

Everything seemed great about their relationship. They never had an argument about how they wanted to have their flies prepared. Each time they went to a frog restaurant, every time they would order barbecued flies with their special sauce on them. That was so delicious after they'd finished eating, both of them went to find their mamas and smacked them. That caused them to speak in a, "persony" voice. He called her his, "lily-pad of the valley." Their smiles proved their love for each other was true, even though frogs are all lips, which made it especially outstanding for them to kiss. Most bullfrogs don’t enjoy kissing that much anyway.

Eventually they got married. It wasn't too long after that when they had some additions to their family tree. That was nice because it meant they, "wooden" act up, although they weren't exactly the brightest pumpkins found in the patch. In fact you could say, "their elevators didn't go to the top floor." "A few fries short of a Happy Meal." "Their bread was not quite done." "All bear and no foam." "Their wheels were spinning, although their hamster was dead." They believe when God handed out brains they were sure He said, "trains" and missed theirs, or figured He said, "rains" and ran for cover, so they were not being sought after by any major universities. When Hop went to a huge gathering with students from schools across the entire planet Earth, he asked one girl, "What college are you from?" When she smiled and declared quite proudly, "Yale." he said, “Oh, alright. WHAT COLLEGE ARE YOU FROM??!!”

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At any rate, it was obvious his strong point was not in the intellectual department. Then one day while he was surfing on his computer that was made special for frogs to use, he found a really cute frog named Ann. Her last name was Fibian, so her full name was, “Anne-Fibean.” They were both delighted to actually find some match from The Reptile Dating Service, which for some odd reason doesn't have too many entries. Go figure. Still, they found that they had some similar interests so they set up a time and met each other. It was love-at-first-sight for those frogs, so they found a justice of the peace for frogs, which was actually quite a difficult thing to do because for some odd reason, that is a profession that not too many animals chose to have as their primary vocation, but they still had a beautiful wedding and, like a mule to a plow, they were both pronounced, “hitched.” Nobody was there who could say, “Neigh-gh-gh!”

Several weeks later Anne gave birth to her first tadpole eggs. She kept them on her front, “poach” so they wouldn’t, “scramble” her brains too much, keeping up with them. She was careful to keep them, “sunny-side-up” and away from the water. She was also expecting Hop to do his part in raising the children. That was a major task. One of the tadpoles in particular had some gorgeous legs, which on a frog is extremely attractive. As she helped her and all the others, it was really hard to raise up her sons, although somehow she finally did manage to get nice, "son-rays." That was, “egg”-zactly what they wanted from each of their babies. It also proved what each one of them, “does-in” a pinch. “Om-let” ting you know that’s really true.

Since Hop was originally from Sunny Beach, California, he had been exposed to a lot of surfing on the huge waves they had out west. In fact, he was quite an expert at that sport, which was especially weird to see a frog on a tiny board trying to, “hang 8.” That was when he noticed the ground was shaking, even while surfing. Though he didn't realize it right at the time, he was actually experiencing a real-true sure-enough earthquake. That created a tidal wave. Hop was having such a fun time surfing he didn't notice it until it was on him so he tried to ride it out like any normal wave. All the animals and people were screaming for him not to try riding on it, but he couldn't hear them over all the noise. Then the wave swallowed him up. All the animals and people screamed when they saw Hop wasn't going to miss the evil trick Mother Nature was playing on that West coast beach. When the tidal wave had subsided, Hop was nowhere to be found. All they found was the shattered piece of wood he was surfing on. There was no way any creature could have survived being sucked up back into the ocean that way. Because of that, both the frogs and all the other water creatures who’d had anything to do with the little frog were really grieving his loss big-time. Their tears could have given out enough liquid to fill the whole Pacific Ocean they were all in at the time. All the sea creatures were sad.

At his funeral, the turtles tried to take off their hats, but since they didn't have any, all they did was say things like, "That little frog was the epitome of energy. He made my life, 'hopper.' " Then all the animals cried. The amazing part about that was none of them had any tear ducts. When Anne got home, she checked her computer for emails. That's when she saw some from old friends. They all said, "Sorry about Hopkins. He was way too young to, 'croak,' but Higher Powers wanted to see him more than we did." That made her feel just a little tiny bit better.

Anne thought about that mysterious email from some animal who didn't even sign a name on it, which was bad since almost every animal will usually sign their name on their messages.

Yet when she turned on her computer, there was a short, mysterious email which read, "Sorry to hear about your loss, but try hard to keep that chin up. Oh, right, you do not have a chin. Well, in that case, be sure to always be near a body of water, although you have no hair, so you don't need to worry about it’s, 'body' the way all those humans do. The Lord will mend your broken heart since He’s the only One Who does that without surgery. If not, I wish you success in finding a heart transplant for a reptile. Frogs don’t play the card game, ‘Hearts.’ “

There was no signature at the end of the mysterious email, but Anne wished whoever sent it would write to her again and actually sign it so she would know who to thank for their concern.

The next day she received another mysterious email saying how much the writer knew what she was experiencing with her cold, broken heart. She figured whoever kept sending her those mysterious emails had to have a really huge heart, which was amazing to her because she was a cold-blooded animal. Not one of the animals she asked in the forest said they knew anything about who might have sent her that really comforting, but very mysterious email. She wished that animal would tell her their name, or at least the species they were representing anyway.

That brief note gave Anne a new respect for life. Even though what had happened to Hop was truly tragic, she needed to make room in it for somebody else to come and fill it up with love. The mysterious email had her scratching her head, which was odd because there was no hair up there, only skin. She decided it was time to stop grieving since it helped nothing. Besides, she needed some place for her feet to dry so they wouldn’t be as shriveled up like toad’s feet. He was certain if he didn’t move right away, his mamma would say, “I, ‘tode’ you your feet would turn into prunes unless you were careful! So now what are you going to do about having prunes instead of feat? If you had listened to your mother now you could hop! It doesn’t matter what happens from now on because you w will not ever be, ‘hoppy’ any more!”

As it turned out, that mysterious email had come from God because He didn’t want any of His creatures to be grieving for very long. Now, granted, grieving is part of life, but it doesn’t have to take over the good things there are to do in the world. Nobody ever admitted to sending her those mysterious, but extremely helpful emails, although Anne had an idea Who had sent them. The only One Who understood the pain she was going through then was the big Guy Upstairs. Actually, she had Him living in her heart since she was a special kind of Christian frog and didn’t see any purpose grieving for something that couldn’t be changed, so she prayed that her broken heart would be filled with the kind of Agape love which only comes from her Creator. That’s when she joined a special kind of Pentecostal Church for frogs. The pastor laid hands on her and she was baptized in the Holy Ghost. That meant she could croak in tongues. Not too many frogs do that. Yet she later became a great story-teller. Her favorites were Ghost-stories. That means those which have got holes in them like where they live. Later one of his daughters named Lilly invited him to her pad, which means he went to her, “Lilly-pad.” A few months later she became a really outstanding Christian frog who had a special gift for telling those, “Ghost stories.” They even laid her hands on all the frogs who had, “people in their throat” and healed them all so none of them were ever, “Knee-deep!” in trouble. Hop was so filled with joy and the Holy Ghost he led all the animals in the swamp to Christ, making Christians who were able to function on grass or tile. Those who were like the latter each became known as, “rep-’tiles.’ “ He also got on a frog game show and won it. That’s because his opponent didn’t know the name of Santa’s 9th reindeer who had the shiny nose, (he didn’t say, “and so, as the best-written children’s stories of all-time officially finish up with,

“THEY ALL LIVED, ‘HOPPILLY’ EVER AFTER!!!!” The end.

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By, Cuz Roye.