Stan had lived on the lily pad for as long as he could remember.
As the years passed more and more young frogs, found they were being kissed and turned into handsome princes Stan maintained his belief that one-day he too might transform into the handsome prince he knew lay beneath the warty exterior of his aging self.
He couldn’t quite remember the circumstances that bought him to the pond. Time he found was like that, it took on a form where the present was all that mattered, the yesterdays faded but not the desire for he was sure he had once enjoyed a much more luxurious life, if not dryer than his present one.
Day in and day out he sat in the pond watching the world go by. Beautiful princesses came and went, his neighbourhood princes were selected and disappeared into the realm of the humans, and Stan stayed on, knowing as each day passed his chances of getting away from the pond were less and less likely.
It was a Tuesday, Stan liked Tuesday’s, though he was never sure why there was a certain ring about a Tuesday and he heard the approach of voices. The voices materialised into the form of a young lady, with beautiful dark hair but her body was bent, and she walked with the aid of a stick. Her companion was her nurse and was arguing the futility of being near the pond.
“I’m telling you there are only old crusty frogs here and I wouldn’t be touching any of them for you never know where they might have been,” Stan heard the nurse say.
“The sage told me if I found the right frog I would find my Prince,” replied the young lady in what Stan took to be the sweetest voice he’s ever heard.
Being an old frog on a lily pad didn’t leave Stan with a lot of room for looking his best. But he was taken by the young lady’s voice and did all be could, at least in his head to look his best, should she glance his way.
To his surprise, she came close and reaching down, she scooped him up and held him in her hand.
“Oh look,” she said to her nurse, “ this one looks so cute, and I wonder what might happen when I kiss him.”
Stan wasn’t sure either, he’d seen it happen to others, and the transformations were always spectacular, but he imagined, in his case, there’d be a few cobwebs to clear away and a few wrinkles to be ironed out if any change was to occur.
Her lips when they touched on his own, were enough to melt his heart. There was a flash of light, stars shone; he felt his soul leaving his body as everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes, he was laying on the bank of the pond, dressed in handsome Prince’s clothing. Beside him on the bank was the young lady who as she awoke looked at him in wonder.
Stan found himself standing in front of the young lady; she was no longer bent but was now tall and elegant.
“I was told if I found the right frog he would not only transform himself but me also, “ said the young lady. “Thank you, my Prince.”
Taking Stan’s arm, for he was a tad unsteady after so long crouching on the lily pad, and ignoring all his instincts to stick out his tongue for a fly or two, she led him away towards her castle where her nurse had hurried off to in readiness for the great announcement.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/14/tale-weaver-275-fairytale-the-frog-prince-14th-may/
Good for Stan! At long last found his princess. Good story Michael
You’re welcome 😉
Sweet, Michael, like it 🙂
Thank you Reena
I love happy endings!
Thank you, poor Stan waited a long time for his happy ending. Thanks for stopping by.
way to go Stan! Great story Michael.
A fairytale with a happy ending, how ironic!
In these uncertain days Jim a bit of certainty never goes astray 😄
A nice twist on the tale, Michael – love it!!
Thanks so much Lyn
Yay! Good for Stan. I loved this story. 🙂
hello Shweta, thanks for stopping by and thanks for the follow, stop by anytime.
It was my pleasure, Michael. And yes, I’ll keep visiting. 😄