In the olden days splashing about as blissfully as one could be, free and carelessly in a marsh with nearby ponds and pools, lived, in a folkdom, frogs, who went about life beset by nobody. Brooks whispered by, flowing softly into the marsh and there food was found in fullness. Worms, spiders, and small water beings, sundry in kind, teemed, and in the fresh and green, thick reeds and weeds small fish swam. Notwithstanding their good speed and a life with unfettered freedom, the frogs yearned for a more tightly wielded, well-run life. In short, all they wanted was a wise king to lead them.
To that end, gathering together they croaked loudly as one, so much so that the elders called upon Jove to send to them a king who would have lordship over them, bring fair laws and a well-run folkdom. There would be a line drawn between good and ungood, right and wrong, and fair and unfair play. Woe strike the wrongdoer, but a good name would follow the upright. The elders said to Jove, "Send a king to have lordship over us, to keep us on the right path and make our life fulfilled. It is only right for us to be overseered by heavenly gods and earthly kings .
Jove, smiling at their asking's forthrightness, threw down with all his might a great log that hit the fennish frogdom with an ear-pounding thud. Fear was felt by these once carefree frogs in their every mind and body mote, and they found themselves diving without heed into the nearest ditch hoping to find shelter in the marsh's muddy depths. The dread kept them in awe for a while. But, by and by, and one by one, they dared to come to the water's top to see their new king and bow before him. Soon they became aware that King Log was stock still. Soon after, some bolder ones even dared to put their hands on him. Then all the frogs came and did the same; and for sometime afterwards the frogs went about their daily business without caring even in the slightest for still King Log. Sometime afterwards, with their hearts still yearning strongly for a king to lead them, they asked the elders once more to call upon Jove to send them another king to put an end to their lordless ways.
This time Jove gave to them for a king, an eel. The eel, though a friendly chap, had easy going ways and spent his days merrymaking with his friends and thinking little about his kingdom's daily running . Leaving all that to his froggy underlings to do; he sought nothing more in life than toothsome tucker, dewy drinks and, above all, the fairest maidens' friendship. Such was this harmless, merrymaking, playful, winsome, wayward wooer's wont that the frogs thought him to be lazy, gadding and rather dim-witted. In the end they began to treat him with such little worth, that one dark night he swam from the marsh, along a brook bound hopefully for another free-and-easy life in some faraway waterhole.
Forthwith, for a third time, they went to Jove begging him to send them yet another king. "We want a king who, in all things, will lead us." They said. The more Jove thought upon it, the more he began to mislike their askings, dumb and silly, as they were. And, furthermore, he was taken aback by their thoughtlessness and unthankful ways for all the good things life had bestowed upon them. All their hounding, at end, kindled Jove's wrath and, in an wrathful outburst, he sent to them a king other in kind: King Stork. No sooner had he reached the marsh than he set upon them; laying hold and eating them one-by-one until there were only a few left. Those blessed with enough good timing to be still alive, with eyes open like never before, wailed in endless sadness and begged Jove to free them from such a fiend. "The king which you asked for shall be your lord." Jove answered, "For when you had that which you ought to have, you should have been thankful, and left well alone. For he that has freedom ought to be thankful. For nothing is better than freedom. And freedom should not be sold for all the gold and silver in the world."