THE FROG PRINCE
By: Hajra Kabir
Although Charlotte was a princess and traditionally
beautiful just like in the faerie tales, things just weren't the same in this
day and age. Her golden locks were cut into a fashionable bob, and the only
"diamonds" she wore were actually coats of glitter nail polish on her
fingers and toes. Her castle was done in a more modern style, and there were no
enchanted forests left anywhere in the area. However, in her cultivated
gardens, there was a shallow pool of water, and the rocks around its edges were
comfortable for sitting. So it was that Charlotte
came to sit beside this little pool one day after getting into an argument with
her mother, the queen, about her extensive phone bill.
Oh! Princess Charlotte exclaimed as her
phone vibrated in her pocket. It took great effort to rummage it out because her
designer jeans were cut skin tight. Murmuring in a very un princess like
manner, she pulled her apple I phone free and watched in horror as it went
flying and landed with a big "sploosh!" in the pool at her feet.
"Oh, no!" she cried, pressing her manicured hands against the stones
on the water's edge.
"May I be of assistance, my lady?" a voice called
from the rose bushes. Confused, and a little alarmed that someone had gotten
past the security gate, Charlotte
looked around but couldn't find anyone to place the voice to.
"Who’s there?" she gambled, and fixed her hair quickly.
Whoever it was had a handsome voice, and the Princess wanted to impress him.
There came the slight rustling of leaves, and then the voice said again.
"Please, don't be alarmed." A large green frog jumped out from
the roses, and Charlotte
blinked in bewilderment.
"How can you talk?" she finally hesitate, straightening up and
putting a hand on her hip. The frog managed a sort of bow, which was awkward
with flippers.
"I am truly a Prince, my lady but an evil cyber witch I met on a
dating website turned me into a frog when I refused to go out with her. It is
only the kiss of a Princess that can return me to my natural form." Charlotte stared, gaping
at him. She had, of course, heard the old tales and knew that all Frog Princes
were remarkably dashing once returned to their human form. Biting her lip and
trying not to giggle, she smiled and said,
"Well, I'm a Princess. Maybe I
could help?" The frog's mouth widened into a strange sort of smile, and
puffing up his chest he said,
"But first, I must help you, my lady! I shall retrieve what you've
dropped into the pool!" Before Charlotte
could stop him, the frog leapt into the water, which had become electrified
with the charge from her phone. Covering her mouth in horror, the Princess
gasped as the frog came floating up to the service, unconscious and twitching.
Mortified, and afraid to touch him for fear of getting shocked, she ran back to
her castle and never returned to the pool. Who knew how scrambled his brain
would be after such a shock? Charlotte
didn't want to rescue a Prince who might drool.














