The Frog and the Firefly (Story by Corgi W)

It was a quiet night in the swamps. The fireflies were in abundance. Keeping with the times, the humidity was gentile. From one of the floating groups of lights, a single speck emerged, floating towards the reeds, where it was caught by the tongue of a frog. “Don’t eat me,” it cried, in the grasp of the amphibian’s tongue. The frog laughed. “Why not? All day I eat regular, boring flies. I’ve always wondered how a glowing one tastes.” “If you eat me,” the firefly replied, “I’ll make your belly glow. It’ll shine out for all the snakes to see.” The frog thought for a moment. “What if you’re lying? If that’s not true, and I let you go, then I’d lose my meal, and it’d be for naught. You’ve every reason to lie. I would, if I were you.” “I do,” the glowing bug admitted. “But, at the same time, if I’m telling the truth, you’ve much more to lose. Assuming neither of us are selfish, I could be saving your life, and you would let me live.” The frog needed a moment to think on this. “But, if we’re both selfish, and you really aren’t telling me the truth, then there’s no reason for me to release you.” It seemed the pair were stuck. Both had everything to lose, whether in altruism or selfishness. Fireflies, needing to...

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