It was a fine summer day when two young, ambitious frogs were hopping about and exploring the world. One was named Can't and one was named Can. Both were enterprising young frogs - "We had things to do and places to go!" they both thought. "One day I'll be able to find a great pond for our village to live, we'll help all our friends and relatives, and we'll be happy." Can says. 

"Don't be foolish," Can't snarked. "I'll be the one who'll find that great pond." Can't was competitive, and his goal was always to be better than Can. 

After days of hopping and exploring, they slowly got tired and hungry. One day they found a barn. "Mm, maybe there's food in there!" says Can, pointing to a particular room. It was a kitchen, with all sorts of vegetables, meat, and nice yummy cheese!

They hopped towards the room and at the other end, found even more delicious, tasty food on a table, just near a window. Hopping, they got to the table and found all the food they wanted! Tired and hungry, they ate to their heart's content. "Tomorrow, let's continue our journey," Can says, contented. Can't agreed; he was happy and full. 

The next day, the two frogs got up, full of energy. "Let's go Can't! We have things to do and places to go!" Because Can't always wanted to be better than Can, he hopped and raced towards the window. Before reaching the edge of the table and into the window, though, Can't suddenly stopped hopping. Can, who was behind him, stopped and looked at Can't, puzzling on why he stopped. Can't was staring out the window.

"It's a large pond!" Can exclaimed. Can and Can't imagined all their friends and family being so happy. But the window was pretty high, and they had to jump to get to the other side. And because frogs' eyes are at the top of their bodies, they couldn't see what would be underneath when they landed. It's going to be risky, they both thought. They both didn't know what they were going to land on. But Can couldn't remove his eyes from the goal - the great pond. "Let's do this," they both agreed. They both had the same goal, jumped the same ledge and fell at the same time. 

Into the same bucket of milk.

"No!" Can't exclaimed. "We'll drown here!"

"Let's jump out!" Can shouted, panicked. Both jumped as high as they could, but the wall of the bucket was steep and too high. "If we don't get out of here, we'll drown!" Can't repeated, forlorn. "Keep jumping!" Can shouted. And they jumped and jumped, but each jump just wasn't high enough to get out. 

Can't feared drowning, and wasn't able to see anything except the wall of the bucket. Can kept jumping as high as he could, and on each jump he got a tiny glimpse of the pond. He stretched his neck at the peak of every jump, just to get a glimpse of the pond. He wouldn't give up; he kept visualizing how it would be to have his friends and family get to the great, new pond. Can't, whose fear was preventing him to look farther, only chose to see the wall. 

Eventually, distraught and tired from jumping, Can't said, "Can, let's stop. This is hopeless. We won't get to that pond. It's over." But Can couldn't hear Can't, he was too busy jumping, and on each jump he got glimpses of the pond. He was as tired as Can't, but he was determined to get to it. Can't kept on repeating and shouting to Can to stop the pain and just give up. But Can, though maybe hearing Can't, simply couldn't think about not jumping, each glimpse of the pond and each time he visualized bringing his friends and family to it, he kept jumping harder and harder. 

Can't, who was thinking all sorts of negative things, jumped lower and lower, with less and less effort behind every jump. Finally, Can't stopped jumping. "Not all frogs can do it." He rationalized. He closed his eyes and sat down. 

Can, however, would not stop jumping. He jumped and jumped and just kept on jumping. The sun was setting, and all that could be heard were the splashes of a frog, jumping, and jumping, and jumping. 

As the day turned from sky blue to green to tired orange, Can's constant jumping eventually churned the milk, and little by little, the milk turned to butter. And as the liquid became more solid, Can realized that his jumps were getting higher and higher. Can did not know why, because he was too busy jumping and catching a glimpse of his goal. It was a combination of the obstacle - the milk - being churned and becoming a platform for his jumps, and the muscles Can had developed from the constant jumping. Eventually, Can was able to jump out. 

Tired, elated, and finally out of the bucket, Can rested. The great pond was now his. He sat and stared at the wonderful new pond. Tomorrow, his friends and family will live in a better place. Can't, who gave up, and who had not developed the same muscles Can had, continued to sit.

Inside the bucket of butter.