It was Aaron’s first Frogs to Princes convention. He’d found the event in an advertisement in the Pond Courier. Lectures ranged from “Cursed Avoidance” to “Sounding Suave With a Frog in Your Throat.” He needed a laugh. He’d been desolate since his fairy godmother had been unable to reverse the spell that turned him into a frog.
The hall buzzed with the upper crust, royal accented croaks of enchanted frogs. All were princes. He started counting and quickly decided that there were more frogs than eligible princesses. A pragmatist, Aaron decided to find a lady frog and start a family.
A perfect start for my morning — thank you!
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Thanks!
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A chuckle – thanks. But who says a princess is limited to kissing just one frog?
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So I guess a polyamorous fairy tale would be a good update.
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Also intuitive in finding a solution to the problem.
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