Princess and the Frog
Once upon a time there was a Princess, who found a frog as she played beside the pond. He gave a low croak the first time their eyes met, and she thought she heard “I love you.” At that time she had been asking God to please send her a Prince she could fall in love with, and she thought he was the answer to her prayers.Having been brought up on a steady diet of fairy tales, she truly believed the frog was an enchanted Prince. And so she brought him home to her castle, introduced him to her parents as her boyfriend, dressed him up in princely clothes, kissed him, and waited for him to turn into a prince.
He did not. Every night she would kiss him, and she would taste the mud of the pond on his froggy lips, and smell the sewage on his breath. He would urinate on the clothes she put on him, and then leap out of them, they were too big anyway. He slept on her bed only when she tied him to bedpost, and then he would keep her awake the whole night with his croaking.
After months of listening to his croaks she had to admit to herself that it was a croak she heard the first time, and not a declaration of love. She had to admit to herself that her prayer for a prince has gone unanswered, as foolish prayers often are. So one day she took the frog, untied him from the bedpost, and watched as he leapt out of the room. He gave one last look before he left, but she knew from experience there was no longing in it; he was only making sure there was no fly there for him to eat.
He went back to the pond, which the Princess promptly ordered filled up and turned into a shopping mall. It would have delighted a pack rat, but definitely not a pond frog. She never went back there for the traffic was bad and anyway she hated the crush of people in the malls. Thousands of them go to the mall, for the Princess made sure there was a good mix of cinema and shops and restaurants to lure everyone – students, housewives, young urban professionals.
As the money from the mall kept pouring in she wondered why she had prayed for a prince in the first place. She liked her mother, the Queen, but she would really rather be rich and powerful than be the woman behind the throne.
In the end she realized that the frog was THE answer to her prayers, and she gave thanks to God for the solution He provided. But she never ever thought again of the frog, nor wondered what happened to him after the pond was filled up. He may be God-sent, but he was still just a frog.
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