Once upon a time there was a pond and frogs lived in it. They lived a peaceful life there, they didn’t miss anything, only during the summer it was very hot in the sun. They hid in the shade and in the mud, and the pond never dried up completely. One summer it was very hot, but they still had a puddle where they could hide from the sun’s rays. And then when a summer storm came with rain, their pond refilled.
One day, however, news spread through the frog world.
“Auntie, quack, quack, quack, did you hear that?” croaked one frog to another. “They say the sun is looking for a bride!”
“Well, that’s terrible, quack, quack, quack. Do you know what happens when the Sun finds her?”
“Quack, quack, quack, we’ll have two suns! And that will be the end of us!”
“The pond will dry up!”
Even the great god Jupiter heard their shouts. He got into his celestial chariot and rode it to the pond.
“What is all this shouting?” Jupiter asked.
“The sun is looking for a bride! Two suns would burn us up completely; one is just enough,” complained the frogs.
“You stupid frogs, don’t you know that the sun already has a bride?”
The frightened frogs looked up at the sky, but the second sun was nowhere to be seen.
“Where? Where?” they asked in alarm.
“Try looking at night and you’ll see,” Jupiter advised them, adding: “And be quiet. I can’t hear the birds singing for all the croaking.”
At night the moon rose in the sky. The frogs rolled their eyes, wondering if they would fall out of their sockets. This is not the second sun, yet it shines. It’s round, but it’s not warm. So if this is their friend’s bride, then they’re in luck. If the sun had chosen someone as hot, they probably couldn’t live here. The frogs started a celebratory frog song. They croaked loudly, but so nicely that even Jupiter heard it. He liked their singing, it sounded like a lullaby, so he fluffed the cloud under his head and fell asleep happily.
