As the moon cast its gentle glow over the still waters of the pond, the frogs began their nightly concert. Croak by croak, they shared stories of the day — tales of daring leaps, the thrill of the chase in search for the juiciest insects, and unexpected encounters with other creatures of the night.
Among the verdant pads, the wise old Frogelore perched, his voice deep and resonant. "Gather round, younglings," he called, "Tonight you shall hear the tale of the Moonlit Leap, a story of courage and friendship."
The young frogs hopped closer, their eyes wide with anticipation, ready to be transported to a world where bravery knew no bounds and friendship conquered fears, under the sparkling dance of the fireflies.