Never cross a witch |
The frog sat on that lily pad and watched the world go by. And every time someone went past you might just hear him cry. He used to be a handsome prince. Yes, once upon a time. Until that bad witch came along and condemned him to that slime. Along with fish and worms and bugs he lived there in that pond. That wicked witch transformed his life with one wave of her wand. Then all he had and all he was was just a memory. All he could do was wish and dream and hope for what could be. The only way to end the curse and free him from that bog was if a princess came along and kissed that ugly frog. But who would kiss a warty frog? A princess or a fool? That wicked witch had cast a spell; her curse was mean and cruel. And then one day, what do you know? A princess came along. She was in white and wore a crown and sang a happy song. And when the frog caught sight of her he thought that he would choke. He sat right up and cleared his throat and gave out his best croak. She saw that big frog on the pad and knew what she would do. (She’d never heard about the spell. She didn’t have a clue) She waded out and grabbed that frog and put him in her purse. The frog thought this was his big chance to free him of the curse. She saw more frogs around the pond and stooped and grabbed a bunch. She took them home, sautéed them all; ate frogs’ legs for her lunch. So, the lesson you’ll remember well is never cross a witch, ‘cause if she casts a spell on you, well, that could be a bitch. The princess went on with her life. She married some fat guy, who people thought looked like a frog; … that witch could be so sly. Needless to say, they did not live happily ever after. |