"Trouble, young prince?"
Elric blinked slowly. "Not bad. Second: I have cities, but no houses. forests, but no trees. rivers, but no water. What am I?"
Frustrated, he sat on a mossy log near a murky pond.
Zak crossed his arms. "Fine. Ask."
Zak laughed. "Then I shall walk to the edge of the world and back. You'll see."
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?
Zak bowed his head — to a frog. "Thank you, Elric." prince zak and the wise frog pdf
The frog hopped onto Zak's knee. "Now follow the sound of the creek north. In two hours, you'll see the castle towers. But before you go — one more thing."
Zak jumped. A plump green frog sat on a lily pad, one eye half-closed as if amused.
croaked the frog. "The more you take, the larger it grows. What is it?" "Trouble, young prince
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.
"You're a frog," Zak said.