Trusting

Frog looked earnest and sincere, but don't they always? That didn't help. Cricket barely breathed, keeping so still, the leaves around them seemed to tremble. He focused on frog's eyes, looking for a clue about trusting him. 

"You say you won't pounce, if I'm still. But, can I know if you won't or will?" "You can know I'm a frog of my word. So, then trust all you clearly heard.", said famished frog, trying to sound full. So, cautious cricket kindly let down his guard, and frog snapped him up like the last salmon hors d'oeuvre.

But, as luck would favor, cricket himself was unaware of a certain family gene he shared that released poisonous enzymes designed to counterattack all antagonists, as a clever prehistoric self-protection. 

Within twenty seconds, frog bloated up, convulsed, then projectiled everything including cricket, who was a bit digested, but no worse for wear. Sadly, frog, after laying on his side for a minute, hopped off into the bush, reaping a month more of poor health for sowing his ravenous dishonesty.

Cricket always knew his ancestors were wise and resourceful- real survivors. But, he never appreciated them as now, and wondered what other abilities he may have.