Once upon a time there was a small, friendly village situated near a wonderful pond. There lived the merriest green frogs you could imagine. For some time, however, you could rarely hear laughter over the pond, because a serious concern oppressed the frogs very much: the migration of the storks. Twice a year, with the beginning of late autumn or spring, the storks - on their flight to and from Africa – passed by the small pond, landed to recover from their efforts and ate as many frogs as they could. Then they continued migrating perfectly happy while the frogs´ village went into deep mourning. One day, with the approaching autumnal migration of the storks , the frogs plucked up some courage to change the situation. They thought it over again and again , croaking all night long, but the problem couldn´t be solved. Because the small wonderful pond was far and away the only one. In sheer desperation they called for help from outside. A consultant came and received the instruction to settle the problem with the storks. Time passed by, until the consultant returned and reported his idea: “Here is the perfect solution. In autumn, when the storks migrate from north to south, you start a few days earlier and fly towards them. In spring you just do the same in the opposite direction. As usual the storks will settle in your village, but won´t find anybody there. Sooner or later they will have to look for a new place for a rest if they don´t want to starve.” The frogs became very enthusiastic. They began to laugh heartily and drank to the perfect solution. When suddenly the eldest frog´s voice was heard, talking to the consultant: “Great, dear consulant, your solution seems to be perfect. But I´m afraid you forgot something important: We cannot fly at all.” In a cool way the consultant looked at the eldest frog and replied with raised head: “You wanted a good idea. Here it is. I am not responsible for its realisation.”