Once upon a time there were two frogs that fell into a vat full of cream.
They immediately realized they were sinking. It was impossible to swim or float for long in that pool, for it was thick like quicksand. At first, the two frogs kicked in the cream in an effort to make it to the edge of the vat. But it was no use: all they did was splash around in the same spot, sinking. Every second it got harder to keep themselves on the surface, where they could breathe.
One of the frogs said aloud, “I can’t do this anymore. There’s no way out of here. It’s impossible to swim through this muck. Since I’m going to die anyway, I don’t see the point in prolonging my suffering. It makes no sense to wear myself out and die, wearied by a senseless struggle.”
And with that, he stopped kicking and sank quickly, swallowed up by the thick white liquid.
The other frog, more persistent or perhaps just more hardheaded, said, “There’s no way out! It’s impossible for me to make my way through this. Nevertheless, even if I am on death’s doorstep, I would rather fight to the last breath. I don’t want to die a single second before my time.”
So he kept kicking and splashing around in the exactly same spot, not advancing one inch, for hours and hours.
Then suddenly, after all of that kicking and struggling and beating his legs, the cream turned into butter.
Shocked, the frog gave a little hop and – slipping and sliding – he made it to the vat’s edge. And from there he returned home, croaking happily.