The weather grew colder as he walked on. Soon, he found the rains had turned into a white powder that continuously built up on the trees around him. The air had a constant chill, and Frog found it increasingly difficult to stay warm.


    Shivering in the shelter of a small cave, he heard that voice deep inside himself again. “Frog, can you hear me? I think I’m strong enough to help now.”


    “Help with what what?” He asked, wrapping his arms even tighter around his body as the chill moved deep into his bones.


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    “Reach down deep inside yourself and try to grasp the little ball of energy I’ve been building.” The voice said.


    Fighting through the numbing cold, the Frog tried to focus inside himself, searching deep for the energy. He felt something. “I think I found it.”


    “Okay, grab it and pull it through your whole body.”


    As Frog grabbed hold of it, he felt a warmth start to radiate in the core of his being. He then released it and let it flow across him. The deep coldness that had settled into him faded, and his body began to move with ease once more. “Thank you, my friend,” he spoke these words aloud, grateful for both the help and company of the voice.