Week 13
When he was a teenager sad to say Arthur was a bit swollen-headed and pretentious. One humid afternoon in July young Arthur was riding through a forest in his fathers kingdom, seeking some shady relief from the sweltering sun.
About halfway through the forest his horse reared up, startled, a young boy stood in the path. “Please sir I’ve lost my way”, the boy pleaded would you kindly give me a ride out of this desolate forest
Out of my way peasant the prince retorted, oblivious that the boy was a magician in disguise, instantly the boys voice thundered For you’re lack of compassion and courtesy, you must spend your days as a frog.
He zapped the air and the prince found himself hoping off the saddle, and plummeting onto the ground. The magician continued “perhaps as a frog you will learn humility and gratitude for simple kindness’s people might offer you [quotation continues]
Week 14
You will remain in this form, until a princess bestows on you a kiss, in true kindheartedness. However if you should ever tell anyone which you really are you will be fated to frog-hood the remainder of your days”.
The frog had born his secret for 6 long years. Having come to reside in King Mortons sequestered garden he hoped he might make friends one day with one of the princess’s who frequently wandered into the garden.
Just his luck the one he met 1st was Dorinda instead of Maribella. And now at the table he conjectured how he might charm the Princess.
Unwilling to touch the frog with her own precious fingers Dorinda held her napkin between her thumb and first finger, then unceremoniously grabbed 1 of Arthurs hind legs. Depositing him on the table beside her plate.
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