you hide in the cattails.

you hide from the reality that you cannot provide for yourself. at least there is relief in the cattails, where no one can see you and you can starve to death in peace. you hide, and watch the insects over the pond and all of the perfectly well off toads who gobble them up. how disappointing you are.

then you notice the flies who buzz right over your head, not noticing you sitting in the cattails. it suddenly hits you - you had what it takes inside you all along. you feast on the insects from your hiding spot.