The princess sat holding the frog shaking her head. She didn’t quite understand what happened. He had been young, but otherwise, perfect before she changed him into a prince. He had been attentive, caring, happy and ever so sweet. Absolutely adorable were the words she used to describe him. She resisted his froggy charms the best she could. But, still he persisted bringing her lilies and other presents from the pond. Always willing to listen or lend a little froggy hand to help out. Eventually she fell head over heals for the frog and against all her previous misgivings gave him the kiss that made him the prince. He had wanted to become the prince, she was sure of it. He had made that intention quite clear – at least in the princess’s mind. Granted her mind is a bit of a mess, but that sign seemed so clear to her.
But, then after he was turned into a prince, he seemed to lose interest in the princess. It is just running the kingdom she told herself. She tried to squelch the thoughts that he was seeing other princess – no, she was sure she conjured that thought up because of the evil sir Yellow bellied coward. The prince wouldn’t do such a thing. But, maybe he was the type of frog that just liked being turned into a prince but really didn’t want to be one. So, when she tried to tell him that maybe he wasn’t meant to be her prince, he walked away. It only confirmed what she thought. So the spell was broken and he hopped away.
And, here sits the princess looking at the frog wondering how this happened. She watches as the frog hops away, pretty sure, she wasn’t meant to get her happily ever after.
She smiles – not because she is happy but because she is now wiser. No more frogs for her. P1 calls and they chat. He may be slow, but he is ever steady.
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