
A frog lived in an old well.

He was master of his small water. He could rest on a ledge. He could drift in the green.

One day a turtle from the great eastern sea passed by. The frog leaned out from the lip of his well.
“Come down. Look. Is it not wonderful here?”The turtle put one foot toward the well. His knee caught at the rim. He drew back.

“I have seen the sea,” the turtle said. “A thousand li cannot measure its breadth. A thousand fathoms cannot measure its depth. In Yu’s time, nine floods out of ten years, and yet the sea did not rise. In Tang’s time, seven droughts out of eight, and yet the sea did not recede. It is not changed by time. That is my home.”

The frog shrank into himself, and was silent.