croaked the frog. "The more you take, the larger it grows. What is it?"
And that, the old frog would say if anyone asked, is how a boy becomes wise. Would you like a printable version of this story (PDF-like formatting), or help finding the actual published book through a library?
That night, he slipped past the sleeping guards and rode his pony into the Whispering Woods. By dawn, he was lost. His pony had wandered off. His map was soaked from a morning rain. And his stomach growled like an angry bear. prince zak and the wise frog pdf
"Tomorrow, when your tutor speaks of history, do not yawn. Listen for the mistakes men made. When your father gives a judgment, watch who it helps and who it hurts. Wisdom is not knowing facts. Wisdom is seeing what others overlook."
Zak thought of gold, of land, of armies. No. Then he looked at the hole in his boot. "A hole," he said. croaked the frog
"Wisdom," Zak said, then blushed. It sounded silly, saying it to a frog.
"Trouble, young prince?"
"Clever," said Elric. "Last one. This thing all things devours: birds, beasts, trees, flowers. Gnaws iron, bites steel. Grinds hard stones to meal. What is it?"
Zak opened his mouth — then closed it. He thought of war, of fire, of dragons. The frog waited. Would you like a printable version of this
"You're a frog," Zak said.
