Hannah was a special frog. She wasn’t dull like her peers, she was vibrant (for a frog anyway). Everywhere she went, she glowed and her surroundings glowed with her. The sky, the pond, the seaweed, the lily-pads and flowers. They all changed colors, got brighter, just from Hannah’s presence.
All the other frogs wanted to be around her; some followed her everywhere she went. From pond to pond they would jump and travel. Like a herd of gazelles running in terror from a pack of lions. Except they didn’t really run, and they definitely were not scared. It was more of a happy frolic, a dance of gladness, that these frogs preformed as they followed and croaked in unison.