(adapted from
"The Leapfrog" by Hans Christian Andersen)
A Flea, a Grasshopper, and a Leap-frog, each from a Jumping
School, were forced to see which could jump highest in the latest iteration of
the King's common core skills contest. The King amused himself at regular
intervals with these contests and invited the whole world, and everybody else
besides who chose to come to see the festival.
Three anxious jumpers were the contestants, for it was sometimes
the King's pleasure to close the schools of the losers and scatter their pupils
asunder.
"I will give to the winner fine employment to amuse my
daughter," exclaimed the King, "for it is not so entertaining where
there is no prize to jump for."
The Flea was the first to step forward followed by the
Grasshopper. Each gave an account of himself, though weary within, for they had
endured many such displays. Nevertheless, each gave the account that was
expected of him.
The Flea displayed exquisite manners, and bowed to the company
on all sides; and he claimed to be of noble blood, and was, in fact, quite
accustomed to the society of man; and that makes a great difference.
Then came the Grasshopper. He was considerably heavier, but was
well-mannered, and wore a green uniform, which he had by right of birth; he
said, moreover, that he belonged to a very ancient Egyptian family, and that in
the house where he then was, he was thought much of. The fact was, he had been
just brought out of the fields, and put in a pasteboard house, three stories
high, all made of court-cards, with the colored side inwards; and doors and
windows cut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts. "I sing so well,"
said he, "that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy,
and yet got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than they were
before for sheer vexation when they heard me."
The Leap-frog said nothing; but people gave it as their opinion,
that he therefore thought the more; and when the housedog snuffed at him with
his nose, he confessed the Leap-frog was of good family. The old councillor,
who had had three orders given him to make him hold his tongue, asserted
that the Leap-frog was a prophet; for that one could see on his back, if there
would be a severe or mild winter, and that was what one could not see even on
the back of the man who writes the almanac.
"I say nothing, it is true," exclaimed the King;
"but I have my own opinion, notwithstanding."
Now the trial was to take place. The Flea jumped so high that
nobody could see where he went; so they all asserted he had not jumped at all;
and that was dishonorable.
The Grasshopper jumped only half as high; but suddenly pressed
to anger, he leaped right into the King's face, who said that was ill-mannered.
The Leap-frog, likewise pressed to anger yet while maintaining
his composure, stood still for a long time lost in thought; it was believed at
last he would not jump at all.
"I only hope he is not unwell," said the housedog;
when, pop! He made a jump all on one side and plopped rudely onto the lap of
the Princess. The King's daughter was so startled that she jumped up from the
little golden stool on which she sat and tripped on her skirts, tumbling down
into a mud puddle.
Hereupon the King exclaimed, "What! No winner can be
announced. There is nothing above my daughter and these fools have offended me.
Round them up and bring them to my throne room at once!" Yet the three
could not be found.
After having escaped from the King, the Flea said to Grasshopper
and Leap-frog, "It is true I am one of the best jumpers of all known
animals; yet I care not for the Princess and have dreams of my own. For this
reason I opted out and I shall fight for my school."
Grasshopper said, "Here here! I jump for joy and not for
thee, O King. I opted out as well and I shall fight for my school."
Leap-frog,
sitting on a lily pad nearby, reflected on worldly things; and he replied,
"Yes, performance is everything - performance is what people care about.
Yet there is more to life than winning, as you say, and I care not to be a pet
of the Princess, no matter how fine the pay." At that he began singing his
peculiar melancholy song, from which we have taken this history.
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