The Princess and the Frog

This is my take on the classic fairy tale, The Princess and the Frog by the Brothers Grimm. I love fairy tales, some I love more than others. Although this one is not in my top five it does rate in my my top ten. This story is my own little version.

 

The Princess looked at the little green frog sitting on the lily pad in the middle of the pond. It was what everything thinks of when one thinks of a frog, small green, slimy looking, and a frog.  What made this frog a bit different is that it was talking to her.  The princess could not believe it. A talking frog of all things! Moreover, it was asking her why she was crying.

It all started when she decided to take a short walk through the woods. As she walked, she played with a small golden ball. She liked to toss it up in the air letting the golden hue catch the sunlight. It made the ball look magical. Therefore, she walked, tossing the ball into the air imagining all sorts of magical things happening as the sun made her precious ball shine and soon she had come upon the small pond.  She was enchanted with the rose that seemed to grow from the middle of the pond and as she came close to the edge of the pond to have a better look, she lost her grip on the golden ball. The ball rolled down the bank and, splash, into the pond where it promptly sank. The pond water was not clear like the ones at the palace and she could not see where her ball may be.  Knowing that her father had already warned her not to lose it, and that she would not get another, she started to weep. It was then that this frog appeared and asked her why she wept.

“I have dropped my golden ball in this pond. I do so want it back.” She told the frog, feeling a bit silly for talking to a frog.

The frog blinked on eye at her and then the other. His tongue shot out and grabbed an insect flying by. He swallowed the fly, and the princess swore he licked his lips, and the frog said, “What would you give to have the ball back? If it is a golden ball, I should keep it for myself. So, what would you give to have it back?” He asked the princess.

The princess, finding it odd that the frog spoke in such a deep baritone, answered him, “why I would give all of my jewels and all of my money. I would give anything to have it back! Could you get it for me…puhleassssssse?” The princess gave the frog the most dazzling smile and the biggest wide-eyed look she could. It always worked with her father, might work with a frog.

The frog looked at the princess with a sly look in his, well as sly as a frog could look, “anything? Then I shall get you ball for you”

The frog dove down and came back up with the golden ball. Instead of handing to the princess though, he again asked “Anything?”

The Princess joyful at seeing her ball and desiring it back nodded her head. “Anything. All of my jewels and all of my money anything you want.”

“Good” said the frog. “I do not want your jewels or your money, but if you will love me, and let me live with you and eat from off your golden plate, and sleep on your bed, I will give you your ball”

The princess was pretty sure she would never love a slimy little frog but figuring that he could never leave the pond and live to tell about agreed. The frog hopped over and gave the princess her ball. She happily ran off, back to the castle and promptly forgot about the frog and her promise.

The next day, just as the princess had sat down to a delicious dinner of lamb with all the fixings , she heard a strange noise, tap, tap  plash, plash  almost as  if something was coming up the marble staircase, and soon afterwards there was a gentle knock at the door, and a little voice cried out and said:

 

 

‘Open the door, my princess dear,

Open the door to thy true love here!

And mind the words that you and I said

By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

 

What? The princess ran to the door swung it open and there was the frog from the pond. Well she figured from the pond anyway, because all frogs look alike now don’t they. She couldn’t believe it. She craned her neck to look down the marble hall. Sure enough, a wet trail lead from the head of the stairs to the frog sitting on the floor at the door. Ridiculous! She shut the door and went back to her seat.

The king, her father, seeing that something had bothered her, asked her what the matter was.

 

‘There is a nasty frog,’ said she, ‘at the door; He retrieved my beautiful golden ball for me out of the spring. I agreed to let him live here, but who would have thought he could get out of the pond. But he is here wanting to come in. As she was speaking, the frog knocked again at the door, and said:

 

 

‘Open the door, my princess dear,

Open the door to thy true love here!

And mind the words that you and I said

By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

 

The king thinking that his daughter had a great imagination said, “well since you have given your word you must keep it; so go and let him in.’

Being a princess and one never to question the king she did as asked. The frog hopped into the room and then straight on, tap, tap plash, plash, until he came up close to the table where the princess sat.

The King watched in amazement as the frog said to the princess” lift me upon chair and let me sit next to you.’

As soon as she had done this, the frog said, ‘Put your plate nearer to me, that I may eat out of it.’

He did, and when he had eaten as much as he could, he said, ‘Now I am tired; carry me upstairs, and put me into your bed.’

The princess was a bit grossed out by the thought of a frog in her bed looked at her father, the king. The king just sat there with his jaw opened. When he saw the princess looking at him he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. So the princess grabbed a napkin, picked up the frog took him up in her hand, and put him upon the pillow of her own bed, The princess went to wash her hands and when she came back the frog was actually snoring, loudly. Sighing she went ahead and very carefully slid into the bed, staying as far away from the frog as she could.

The next morning, As soon as it was light the frog jumped up, hopped downstairs, and went out of the house.

:”Oh thank goodness he is gone”, thought the princess, I shall be troubled with him no more.’

But she was wrong for when night came again she heard the same tapping at the door; and the frog came once more, and said:

 

‘Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that you and I said
By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

 

And when the princess opened the door, the frog came in, and slept upon her pillow as before, until the morning. And the third night he did the same.

But on the fourth morning, when the princess awoke she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince, gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and standing at the head of her bed. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at the pillow. Sure enough, there was a big old wet spot where she had put the frog.

“What the, how the, what the!?” the princess’s stammering was interrupted by the handsome prince.

“Hey there, you have saved me. I pissed off a fairy when I told her her dress did make her butt look fat in that dress and wouldn’t ya know, she changed me into a frog.  And then the evil thing made it so the only way I could be saved was by a beautiful princess, which would be YOU, who would let me eat from her dinner plate and sleep p in her bed for three nights.

‘You,’ said the prince, ‘have broken his cruel spell and you are really hot. Now I have nothing to wish for but that you should go with me into my father’s kingdom, where I will marry you, and love you as long as you live. You hottie you.’

The young princess, you may be sure, was not long in saying ‘Yes’ to all this. Shortly a fancy pants coach drove up pulled by eight beautiful horses, decked with plumes of feathers and a golden harness; and behind the coach rode the prince’s servant, faithful Heinrich, who had been really messed up by the whole spell thing that he almost took to drinking every night. When he heard that his master was free of the spell and had found a hottie to marry, he chucked his mug ale to the e side and rushed to pick up the happy couple.

They all made their way to the prince’s kingdom singing songs and playing games. When they reached the kingdom, they had a huge wedding, a lot of little princes and princesses whom the princess (now a queen) was happy to see did not have frog toes or tongues. The prince became a successful king and both he and the queen were stars in their very own reality show, which was very popular, cause face it, everyone wants to see the daily life of royalty.

Oh and yeah, they lived happily ever after.

8 thoughts on “The Princess and the Frog”

  1. martin bannon - June 15, 2012 3:01 am

    girly ending but a great story

    1. T Whitaker - June 15, 2012 3:14 am

      thank you

  2. Kristin L. Erickson - June 15, 2012 4:11 am

    I LOVE IT!! Sometimes in a world like ours… fairytales are the only thing that keeps you going… a positive story is worth GOLD!!

    1. T Whitaker - June 15, 2012 4:16 am

      I am glad you enjoyed it!

  3. Peggy Perkins - July 19, 2016 3:57 pm

    Peggy Perkins It was a nice twist on I thought, so tired of hearing that fairy tale where she kisses the frog for her prince. Expanding the mind and adding a different touch to it is awesome. Write some more please, I loke reading what’s in your mind. 🙂

  4. T Whitaker - July 19, 2016 4:00 pm

    Thank you Peggy. I do appreciate it. I have thought of doing more T twisted tales. Perhaps it is time to put pen to paper.

  5. Peggy Perkins - July 19, 2016 4:02 pm

    the end comment was suppose to of read……I like reading what’s in your mind. lol

    1. T Whitaker - July 19, 2016 4:08 pm

      Thank you. I translated.

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