• Frog sat by the creek, awaiting visitors. When one finally arrived, he was disappointed to see it was none other than Scorpion; one of the unfriendliest creatures Frog knew of. Scorpion scuttled up, and looked at the creek. He turned to Frog, and with a frown on his face said,

    "My dear friend, the creek is too deep for me to walk across. Would you mind ferrying me on your back?"

    Frog was taken aback. This murderer was going to ask him for a favor? "No! You'll just sting me while we're swimming, and then we'll both die. Such is your nature."

    Now it was Scorpion's turn to look taken aback. "My dear friend, how could you say that? I want to survive as much as you!" He clicked his claws impatiently, and glanced to the other side of the creek. "Alright. How about this... I give you my word, I shall not sting you while you ferry me across."

    Frog sighed. He had given his word... And he was right, of course. Frog knew that Scorpion wanted to survive and live just as badly as he did, if not more so. Therefore, stinging him while he was ferrying them both across was out of the question. "Okay, Scorpion. Let us go now." He bent down so scorpion could crawl onto his back.

    Scorpion did so quickly, and within moments they were off. The creek was cold, but Frog didn't mind. It was what he was made for, swimming. He was perfectly fine. Scorpion, on the other hand, was shivering miserably. "This water is so cold," he complained, shaking himself every time he got a bit wet.

    "Deal with it," Frog replied. "You were the one who wanted to cross the creek."

    Scorpion frowned. No one talked to him like that! So, without another moment of hesitation, Scorpion dug his powerful stinger into Frog's back. The poison set in, and Frog was paralyzed. They were both going to die.

    "You gave me... Your word," Frog said, looking back at Scorpion.

    "I lied... I killed." Scorpion replied coldly, already accepting death. "Such is my nature."