The Singing Toad (A Folktale from Vietnam)

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Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rice fields and misty hills, there lived a humble farmer named Tuan. He was a man of simple means but had recently grown greedy, always looking for ways to gain more without effort. One dry season, his fields yielded almost nothing, and in frustration, he cursed the heavens and stormed into the nearby forest in search of food or fortune.

While wandering through the trees, Tuan stumbled upon a strange sight—a large toad, sitting on a stone, singing in a low, melodic voice. The toad’s song was mesmerizing, and the forest seemed to hush around it. Curious, Tuan stepped closer, and the toad turned its golden eyes toward him and said, “Why do you disturb my song, human?”

Startled but intrigued, Tuan replied, “I seek fortune. I have nothing. My crops have failed.”

The toad nodded. “Greed makes the mouth lie and the heart empty. But you may take me home, only if you care for me and never interrupt my song.”

Seeing an opportunity, Tuan agreed. He took the toad home and placed it in a bamboo cage, thinking to sell it as a magical creature to the king’s men. But that night, as the toad sang, his house filled with a sweet aroma, and the granary—once empty—was suddenly brimming with rice. Every time the toad sang, wealth followed.

Days passed, and Tuan grew impatient. He ordered the toad to sing on command. But the toad stayed silent.

“You sing when I say!” he yelled, banging the cage.

The toad’s golden eyes turned dim. “You broke your promise.”

In the blink of an eye, the toad vanished. The house crumbled, and all the rice turned to ash.

Villagers say that ever since that day, a singing toad’s voice can still be heard on quiet nights deep in the forest. But no one dares disturb it.



Cultural Reflection:
This tale from Vietnam reflects a deep cultural respect for harmony with nature and the dangers of greed. The singing toad serves as a supernatural embodiment of fortune and balance—one that must be earned through patience and integrity.

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