When I was in Denmark, one day i was watering the plants in yard when I heard something whining from the inside of pot.
It was like the kitten was crying or like the plant was crying itself. I started digging the ground and there she was, the sweetest little creature, dark green frog. Well she wasn’t so little, more like a chubby frog. She had that belly and it moved like the frog had too many hamburgers.
And when I started to cuddle her, whining has stopped. Now she was just blinking at me with that uncertain look.
And I had to shower her because she was all muggy. Then we played with her, chased her around the yard and made her a flower necklace.
So I kissed the chubby Danish frog.
It was a smart frog, and well behaved.
Did she turn into a princess ? I bet she already was one, a plump, beloved Danish frog princess.
When I was a camp counselor, the only way I could get the boys to stop tormenting the tiny frogs they found was to tell them I loved frogs. For the next week, every day they would bring me frogs as a gift!
That was the first time I was holding a frog.!
And kiss her.
I don’t know if she was supposed to become princess…how you determine a frog’s gender anyway?
I have no idea! You called her “her” so I trusted your judgement.
We have a children’s story called The Frog Prince, where a handsome prince has been cursed by an evil sorceress to take the form of a frog, until he receives a kiss from a beautiful maiden. It was kind of you to kiss the frog, you could have accidentally broken a curse.
? I bet she already was one, a plump, beloved Danish frog princess.
today is sushi Sunday though…
