It is Not a Koi Pond
asked Towaant. Peacoal looked up with surprise. Of course she knew about Fiori. For years, their kind had croaked of the place. Fiori Hill, it was said, sat atop deep wells of magic. Its potential was just waiting to be tapped.
"Yes, Towaant. I know it."
"Have you ever visited?"
"Well, no. But I've often wanted to go there. Especially for Frog Fest... it sounds wonderful."
"Exactly." said Towaant, lowering her voice. "We should attend this year's Frog Fest and establish the Pond as a portal between our worlds."
"But how will we get there?" asked Peacoal. "As you just said, the Pond isn't ours. They gave it to the Koi."
Towaant smiled broadly. "I think the humans are starting to realize that the Koi are never going to materialize. The Pond is ours. The Pond is theirs."
Peacoal was thoughtful. "You have convinced me," she said. "Though I want to be prepared. What will we need for Frog Fest?"
"That's the spirit!" said Towaant, clapping Peacoal enthusiastically on the arm. "As amphibians, you and I are ready. The humans, though... they will have to stretch themselves a bit. They are not as naturally versatile as we. Frog Fest is an opportunity."
What Happened
arrived in Fiori at precisely 4pm, just in time for the Grand Parade behind the Common House.
The humans -- dressed in fine and fanciful Costumes of their choosing -- marched around the Pond and throughout the community.
Many made Music: on instruments they played, on speakers they hoisted, and with their own sweet voices.
At the small pond behind the community garden, they held the Croaking Contest and Community Croak.
Afterwards, at around 4:30pm, they gathered on the Southern Green and enjoyed a Potluck feast and field Games.
Surrounding the Green were numerous Booths that the humans had set up prior to the Grand Parade. There were stalls for making art, sipping croaktails, painting faces, listening to stories, telling fortunes, creating frogami, and more. The only limit was the imagination of the humans themselves.
The merriment continued until at least 6pm, though several of the humans carried on much longer.
"This has been incredible!" cried Peacoal. "We must come back next year!"
Towaant pulled back her neck and thrummed a powerful croak of assent.
Frogs are magical.
People are magical.
Frog Fest is a place to explore the magic.
Bring your curiosity and your creativity.
Celebrate being in community.
See you on
April 26, 2026
The festivities begin at 4pm
behind the Common House.
This event is
Rain AND Shine.
Unless there's severe weather, Frog Fest is hoppening.
