At the edge of the pond, where moonlight shivers on the lily pads, Frog Žofka croaks her heart out — half song, half sigh, all soul. Crab Richard listens from the shallows, sideways as always, clacking his claws in rhythm he doesn’t quite understand but desperately wants to.

She sings, he snaps, the night responds. Soon the duet turns into a dance — water splashes, reeds sway, and stars applaud from above. For one wild moment, the pond becomes an opera house, and two misfits find harmony in pure, slippery passion.

A watery serenade of rhythm, wit, and wonder — where love leaps, sidesteps, and always lands back in the mud.