Stories of utter bullshit

The Tragic Story of Ribbit the Frog

"Dogs eating frogs who are drawing rainbows on bears" -Mineos

It was a rainy day. It had been raining for a full week now. Ribbit sat on the side of the pond he called home, and stared at the drops as they fell onto the ground and exploded into tinier droplets. He looked around to see his fellow frogs splashing around in a shallow part of the pond, enjoying the rain. The forest was peaceful and quiet in this time. Ribbit closed his eyes for a second, taking in all the sound. He sighed in relief.

A sudden roar filled his frog ears, and he opened his eyes again. A bear was walking up to the pond, possibly going for water. Multiple other bears appeared from behind trees to drink as well. The frogs knew exactly what to do. Grabbing all their drawing and painting equipment they had gathered over the years (humans are quite good at littering), they hopped over to the bears.

Ribbit was leading the charge. He was holding his box of coloured paint and paintbrush between his front legs, and used his back legs to jump. He jumped onto one of the bears, opened up his paint box, got his brush inbetween his front legs, and dipped it into the red paint. He made a wide swoosh with his brush, and in front of him was a nice arching red line. He let some raindrops fall on his brush to clean it, and dipped it in the orange. Carefully, he drew another line right below the red, ending on the same height, but also going all the way around. A second arch stood below the first one, now orange. He repeated the cleaning process, and dipped his brush in the yellow paint. Just as he finished his yellow arch, the bear started to notice. It tried shaking a little, but that was far from enough to shake off the mighty Ribbit, painter of bears! So he continued, cleaning his brush, dipping it in the green, drawing an arch, cleaning again, dipping in blue, drawing another arch, another clean, a dip in the purple, and the last arch. He then cleaned his brush once more, collected all his things, and hopped off.
'Ribbit,' he said, as he saluted the bear.

Suddenly, the frogs heard barking in the distance. Since Ribbit was the first to start his rainbow, and the fastest painter in the frog colony of the pond in the forest, most of the other frogs were still busy, while Ribbit was ready to hide. He thought about how a frog doesn't simply stop drawing a rainbow on a bear's back. A real frog finishes the job. And so he waited for the others, out there in the rain. The dogs were coming closer, their barking louder. He could hear their sprinting between the trees, their paws hitting the ground, the water that was splashed up fallling back down on the ground, their breathing. They were coming.

He signaled his friends to rejoin him on the ground, but they were too busy. Some were finished, and saw him. They took Ribbit's warning and hopped to the pond as fast as they could. The others weren't so lucky. The first dogs jumped out of the darkness between the trees and snatched up frogs left and right. Ribbit saw his people die one by one, ribbiting in agony as the dogs' teeth sank into their soft, amphibian bodies. He had to do something. So he jumped.

Landing on top of a bear where a frog was packing up, he quickly evaluated the situation. A dog was jumping towards them, so Ribbit jumped towards the dogs, aiming for its eyes. However, the dog was lighter than Ribbit anticipated, and he was headed straight for the mouth. The other frog looked at him, tears filling its eyes. Or was it rain? Ribbit didn't care. He only felt the pain of the dog's teeth tearing his body apart as his life slipped.

*fart*