Zippie Monologue

The crisp autumn leaves crunched under my boots as I walked through the forest. Zippie bounced at my feet, occasionally stopping to stare at a rock. Oh, how I loved autumn. The entire forest seemed to become an array of reds, oranges, and yellows, but the best part was the sound of leaves beneath your feet. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Autumn was also my season because soon, all the frogs would go into hibernation. The frogs wouldn’t bother me until spring, if I woke them up from hibernation a day late. It wasn’t like I didn’t like everyone, but recently, they have been a little needy. One frog called me just to tell me that a toad had eaten one of the insects he had wanted to eat.
Suddenly, Zippie stopped jumping and sat still on a rock breathing
He had been perfectly fine yesterday. I looked around while wondering what could have made Zippie sick. Finally, my eyes rested on the river. There seemed to be nothing irregular about it at first, but last spring, there had been quite a few deformed tadpoles. There was no other logical solution; it must have been the pesticides from a nearby farm.
Those ignorant farmers! They had no idea their pesticides were harming animals other than their pesky bugs. By using pesticides, they made my job of protecting and caring for frogs about ten times more difficult. I kicked the leaves in sheer frustration. Oh, how I wanted to turn them into ugly little toads! I needed a way to stop this. I paced back and forth with Zippie resting on my shoulder. What should I do? I could try to cure Zippie myself, but who did I think I was? Some type of healing goddess? I was only the skinny and socially-challenged Goddess of Frogs. Healing goddess… Yes! I will contact Cecily, the healing goddess and my one and only friend. I flicked an acorn into the river while simultaneously muttering Cecily’s name. Momentarily, Cecily’s image appeared in front of me. She hadn’t changed at all in the past year. Her unearthly blue eyes, her elegant long
“Zippie caught some kind of illness from the pesticides that are used on the nearby farm.” “Oh,” Cecily thought for a moment. “I have an idea! You can make the Remedy! It can cure anything, even Zippie!” “But, I don’t know how to make the Remedy! I'm not a healing genius like you.” “You have to be more confident of yourself,” said Cecily. “Just do what I tell you right now. First, find some dew and a five-petaled flower. Mix the ingredients together and feed the Remedy to Zippie. Good luck curing Zippie, bye!” “Wait!” I had a million questions to ask Cecily. Does the flower have to be a specific species? How do I mix the ingredients together? How much should I feed to Zippie? Cecily’s image flickered, then disappeared, leaving me once again alone. I was very doubtful of Cecily’s advice, and myself, but looking at Zippie made me feel like anything was worth a try. I let out a long whistle, and almost immediately, a frog wearing a sombrero sprang out of nowhere. When did I tell them they could wear clothing? “Okay,” I said as confidently as I could. “Find some dew and a flower with four petals. No wait, five petals, a flower with five petals, and do it as quickly as