Ravings of a Textual Deviant

“Come on, give it a try,” he urged from his lilypad.

“This is one of those fairytale things, isn’t it? I kiss you, you turn into a handsome prince, and we live happily ever after?” She pushed her golden tresses back to keep them out of the water and kissed his froggy lips.

Nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing.

“Something’s not right. You’re not turning into a prince.”

“Never said I would.”

“You mean you’re not really a handsome prince? You’re not under a curse?”

“Sorry darling,” he drawled. “I’m just a talking frog with a thing for blondes.”

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