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Prince Ralph was desperately unhappy. Ten years ago he had been kissed by a Princess - every frog's dream. But that was ten years ago. Now the Princess was the Queen and had no time for him. He knew nothing about ruling a country, and it seemed even less about how to be a Prince.
"Stand up straight. Don't yawn. Please Ralph, Do not eat flies with your tongue. Do not eat flies at all!" The Queen nagged at him day and night. The only other people who talked to him were people who wanted him to ask the Queen to do something for him.
Ralph sat gloomily looking out at the green countryside through his still slightly bulging eyes. The perfume from the garden flower made him sneeze and he rubbed his nose with the rumpled green velvet of his jacket sleeve. Oh how he wished that he were still a frog. What joy to still be able to swim in the cool water of the pond. To catch all the flies he wanted, and best of all to hop and jump to his heart's content. Alas it was only a dream.
Sighing, the once upon a time frog turned away from the window and walked back to the drawing room where he was supposed to entertain some guests until the Queen arrived. The room was crowded as always, full of people hoping to gain the Queen's favour. Some of them held gifts; jewelery, perfume, or items more exotic. One man especially caught Ralph's eye. He was tall and dark. The man was dressed in the brightest colours had ever seen aside from the flowers in the garden. In the man's hands was a little glass box. As Ralph came closer he saw that it was filled with a tiny jungle.
"Ribbit, excuse me. I mean what an extrordinary box." The brightly dressed visitor turned and smiled brightly at Prince Ralph.
"Greetings, Sir Prince. If you will examine my box more carefully you will see a greater wonder yet." He held it up before the Prince's eyes. There nestled among the greenery was the tiniest and most golden frog that Ralph had ever seen.
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