"My mother is well, thank you. Why are you so tired?" Diego croaked, silent.
"I'm sad. I don't know how to help Iolanthe. He's not like all frogs. They don't listen to him because he's not green," Jacques croaked frankly. What should we do? Would it be a miracle if my Iolanthe got rid of the blackness, turned into our pure green or at least into brown?"
"Kva-kva-kvaak…. Diego Cloy gasped out of breath. – You should send him to Mamba Nar. She is a kind night frog healer. Maybe Mamba will give life-giving herbs to Iolanthe so that he can drink and become like us."
"Thanks for the advice, Diego," good Uncle Jacques, coughing after a cold, roused up. Please go with me to the healer Mamba Nar because I am weak from longing, and it is so far to go to her burrow. Iolanthe Bruch is not coming with me. He's all about business, he's in love with his job, because there are so many mosquitoes in the swamp right now, he's got a lot of things to do up to his toad's throat."
"Kwa-tat-tat, toot-toot-kea," Diego Cloy croaked because he was the most dexterous drummer among the frogs of Quebec.
The wise frogs took a lot of gifts: delicious marsh grass and sweet specially dried mosquito carcasses. They had heard from other frogs about what an amazing sweet tooth this healer Mamba Nar was.
The sagacious Mamba frog lived quite far away, but the brave and kind Jacques rode so hard that his round eyes turned red from the effort, and the longing was slightly diminished. Diego, the drummer, also did not lag and cheerfully croaked his favorite song. He came up with the words of this song himself. And his song helped him smile: And we rode, and we could find hope In the whisper of the earth, The Whisper of Love. And we rode, and we found Someone who shines generously, like lanterns in the dark. lanterns in the dark. And we rode, we sang again, That there was enough strength for everything, and for love. And for love, and mosquitoes! Yum-yum!