Tale Weaver – #275 – Fairytale – The Frog Prince – 14th May

Michael’s challenge this week:

This week consider your notion of a Frog Prince story.
Create the tale of the frog and his longings, desires, and more often his reality.

It was that time of year again. How tiresome.
Not even a lily pad to perch on now thanks to the last lot who found it so hysterical to remove him from the pond and plonk him unceremoniously down in the weeds and rotting bark. His paint was chipped and he’d definitely seen better days. Maybe this year…………..
The frog blew a raspberry. There was nothing better to do anyway as it knew what was coming next.
Yep. Right on time the palace idiots traipsed into his part of the garden for the annual drunken snogging tradition.
‘Kiss the frog and you’ll get a wish,’ or
‘Kiss the frog and it’ll turn into a handsome prince.’
Yeah, right. Fat chance.
Eager and rough hands picked it up and proffered it against smacking lips, wishes in the making.
Wet and sloppy, no change. What a surprise.
Waiting to be tossed back into the undergrowth, something stirred.
Not in the undergrowth silly, in the frog!
Did this mean………….?
Cruel laughter emitted from the last puckering twit, and the urge to blow the juiciest raspberry in his face was almost impossible to quell.
Lips tingled this time and things started to shrink.
The frog’s tongue snapped out to snatch the puckered one into its mouth, a nice tasty morsel for lunch.
His cohorts fell on their backsides in shock.
‘What did you expect?’ said the frog.  ‘A frog’s gotta eat and life’s not all about handsome princes in disguise. I just happen to have a taste for them. ‘