Long ago, when the Earth was still young, the world grew dry because the rain had forgotten its way home.
The people cried out, trees withered, and rivers turned to dust.
In the silence of the forest, only the Little Frog sang each night.
The animals mocked,
“Why sing, little one? There is no water to answer you.”
But Frog did not reply. She sang louder — a song of calling the rain.
Then, one night, the sky cracked open.
Rain poured down, soft at first, then strong — as if answering a forgotten prayer.
The Earth drank deeply. Life returned. And the forest fell silent before Frog.
From that day on, the people called her:
"Kwet'kwet'" — The One Who Calls the Water
They carved her image near rivers, stitched her into sacred robes, and listened for her voice when the seasons turned —
as a reminder that:
"Patience is its own power. And a true prayer always finds the sky."
