
People ask me why I am so happy, always. I don't know why people consider me a happy frog. I live the life of a frog who fears a lot.
On the last day, I barely escaped being swallowed by a snake. Sometimes, it's a snake trying to swallow me, and sometimes, it's a bird trying to hunt me down. I have to keep myself vigil, looking out for threats hovering over my head. How can I be happy?
But I keep myself always happy despite these threats. Because life is like that!
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