Diamonds and Toads: Why Did A Frog Fall From Her Mouth? | Fairy Tales

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[00:00:01][music] Every morning before the sun rose, a young woman walked to the well alone.

[00:00:11]She carried two heavy buckets. She never complained. She never asked for thanks.

[00:00:17]And every morning when she returned, her mother barely looked up. Her name was, and she didn't know it yet, but the forest was watching. In a crooked little cottage at the edge of a dark wood, there lived a widow and her two grown daughters.

[00:00:35]The elder Martr was her mother's favorite. Not because she was clever or kind or good, but because she had the same sharp tongue, the same cold eyes, and the same hunger for things she hadn't earned.

[00:00:53]They understood each other perfectly, those two. Perhaps [music] that's exactly why her mother and sister resented her. Or perhaps some people simply cannot stand the sight of someone who is quietly, stubbornly good. One gray autumn morning, Elara arrived at the well to find a stranger waiting. An old woman, bent and thin, leaning heavily against the stone rim. Her cloak was worn through. Her lips were dry. Her eyes, dim and weary, turned toward Aara with something between hope and resignation, as if she had learned not to expect too much from people.

[00:01:34]>> "Please, child, might a tired old soul trouble you for a drink of water," >> she said softly.

[00:01:41]Aar did not pause to think about it. She filled her cleanest cup, the one she kept for special occasions, and offered it with both hands and a full smile. And while the old woman drank, [music] Aara sat down beside her in the cold mud and told her a story, simply to keep her company, >> because Aara understood better than most what it felt like to be in need of something as small and essential as kindness. When the woman had finished drinking, she rose and something shifted. Her back was straight, her eyes were clear, and they were [music] the deep, still green of water that has no bottom.

[00:02:24]>> "You have a beautiful gift," >> the woman said, and her voice was different now, older than old. Certain in the way that forests are certain.

[00:02:35]From [music] this day forward, every word you speak shall carry it.

[00:02:44]She was gone before Aara could ask what she meant. Dissolved into the morning mist like a breath let go. Ara stood alone at the well for a long moment, the empty cup in her hands, wondering. She wouldn't have to wonder for long.

[00:03:01]When Aara stepped through the cottage door, her mother was already waiting.

[00:03:07]>> "You took long enough. What kept you, lazy, worthless girl?"

[00:03:13]>> Elara opened her mouth to apologize. A rose fell from her lips. Then a pearl, then a small bright diamond, which struck the dirt floor and rang out like a bell in a silent room. No one breathed. Her mother slowly lowered herself to her knees and pressed one ear to the floor as if she was listening to the sound of her own fortune being made >> again.

[00:03:41]Say something again.

[00:03:43]>> I I don't understand what's happening to me.

[00:03:48]>> Violets, a sapphire, three perfect rubies rolling across the floor like small heartbeats.

[00:03:57]Her mother looked up. Her eyes were bright with something that had nothing to do with love.

[00:04:03]And Martr, watching from the corner, was already making a plan.

[00:04:10]By evening, the widow had swept up a small fortune from the cottage floor and made up her mind entirely.

[00:04:17]If one daughter brought diamonds, the other one would, too.

[00:04:23]>> Martyr, go to the well at dawn. An old woman will find you. Give her water. Be pleasant. That is all.

[00:04:30]>> Marta rolled her eyes, but agreed. She wanted jewels, very much indeed.

[00:04:38]She arrived at the well the next morning with her arms crossed and her foot already tapping, impatient before the sun had even cleared the trees. When the old woman appeared, shuffling along the path in her worn gray cloak, Martr did not reach for a cup. She did not move at all.

[00:04:59]You want water? Draw it yourself.

[00:05:02]>> The old woman looked at her. [music] A long quiet look. The way still water looks at something dropped into it. Not angry, not surprised, just watching.

[00:05:16]Then she nodded once.

[00:05:18]>> As you wish. Every word you speak shall carry exactly what lives inside you.

[00:05:27]Martr didn't understand what that meant.

[00:05:30]She was already walking home.

[00:05:33]She burst through the cottage door with her arms thrown wide.

[00:05:39]Mother, I did it. Now watch.

[00:05:43]>> A toad fell from her lips and landed on the table with a wet definitive thack.

[00:05:51]Martr stared at it. The toad stared back.

[00:05:56]She screamed, "Another toad." She screamed louder.

[00:06:01]Two fat toads and a greenbacked frog tumbled down her chin in rapid succession. And the more she wailed and cursed and demanded an explanation from the universe, the worse it became. Toads launched off the walls. Toads hopped into the soup pot. Toads rubbited from underneath the beds with great enthusiasm and absolutely no sympathy for anyone's feelings.

[00:06:29]Her mother whipped. Martr through things.

[00:06:33]Every outburst produced a fresh wave of small leaping, entirely unbothered amphibians until the floor was so alive with them that neither woman could take a step without slipping.

[00:06:46]The cottage had never been louder.

[00:06:49]It had never been more deserved. That same morning, Aara was asked to leave.

[00:06:55]Her mother had done the math, and the math was simple. She didn't need two daughters if only one of them produced jewels. So, left with nothing but the clothes on her back and a small handful of diamonds she had quietly set aside just in case. She walked into the dark wood without fear. Fear had always seemed like a luxury toara, something you could afford when you had the time to spend on things that hadn't happened yet.

[00:07:24]She didn't have that time. So she walked and she sang softly to herself. And everywhere she went, flowers pressed up through the fallen leaves as if they too had been waiting for an excuse to bloom.

[00:07:39]>> Birds turned on their branches to listen.

[00:07:43][singing] And then at the far edge of the wood, she found him.

[00:07:52]A young man, clearly out of his element, sitting on a tree stump with his arms folded and the expression of someone who had been having a very bad morning, and would like everyone to know it. His horse had thrown a shoe. He was, as it turned out, a prince, but at that particular moment he looked mostly like someone who had lost an argument with a forest. He heard the singing before he saw her. He followed it, and stepped out from between the trees with morning light in her hair and stopped, a little startled.

[00:08:31]Good morning. A single white rose landed in the pine needles between them. The prince looked at the rose. Then he looked at her. Then back at the rose.

[00:08:43]>> "How do you do that?"

[00:08:46]>> "I'm not entirely sure," >> Elara admitted honestly, and a small pearl dropped into her open palm. She held it toward him, a little embarrassed.

[00:08:58]>> "Would you like it? I seem to be making rather too many of them.

[00:09:03]>> He laughed. Not a polite laugh. A real one. The kind that [music] happens when the world does something genuinely unexpected and you were not prepared to pretend otherwise.

[00:09:17]In that moment, he decided she was the most interesting person he had ever met.

[00:09:24]He wasn't wrong.

[00:09:26]In time, Aar's kindness [music] built her a life that her mother's cottage had never been able to hold. Full of warmth and laughter and people who asked how she was doing and actually waited for the [music] answer.

[00:09:41]The diamonds and the flowers slowed eventually to a trickle. The fair's gift, it seemed, had always been meant to be temporary.

[00:09:51]But by then it didn't matter. what Ara had learned [music] that what comes from generosity outlasts anything that comes from a curse that stayed with her. As for Martyr, Martr learned slowly and badly and with considerable resistance to be quiet.

[00:10:12]And when she stopped raging, the toads stopped, too.

[00:10:17]The cottage calmed, the days grew easier. And then one afternoon, without quite knowing why she did it, Martr drew a glass of water for a stranger who passed by the gate. Without being asked, without expecting anything back, she found a single small violet resting on her tongue, purple, perfect, unexpected as mercy. She pressed it between two pages of a book and kept [music] it for the rest of her life.

[00:10:50]She was never entirely sure what it meant, but she was certain with the kind of certainty that sits quietly in the chest and doesn't need to explain itself that it meant something.