The Princess and... Well... Me (From the Eyes of a Frog)

This is dedicated to my good friend. He's hilarious and my biggest fan. Also, he came up with the idea, even though I twisted it... So here you go... MMMHAM this is for you.

As the rain pours down, I walk. Well hop. I used to be human, but now I'm a frog. A small, fat, ugly, slimey, stupid frog. So I hop. In the chilly rain. In the dead of night. Great. Wonderful. Perfect. There is a pond, the one where I live, near here, I followed a fly here to this spot, forgetting the time. My friends will be waiting for me to hear the story, but I am too exhausted from the short "hop" I took just now. Why can't I be human again? Tell me, please.

I see the tall, sky scrapers of cattails and the wonderous, but ginormous lily pads as I walk. Why can't I just be back? My feet are tired, as is the rest of my body, but we haven't sang for the night. Our croaking is lovely to us, but I remember how hideous it was to the humans. I don't care now. I am a frog.

Finally I am home. "Charlie's back everybody!" Oh great. Here we go... "Hey, Charlie, where you been?!?!" I turn slowly and see the biggest, fattest, ugliest of them all, Beta. Beta was born a frog, as the others were, but he's certainly the meanest, rudest, stupidest frog I've ever met.

"Out." I say back grumpily. "What do you want, Beta? A fight? I'm tired and was planning on sleep after the song."

"You got enough nerve to sass me? Hmph. Well then let's sing you land lover!" That's his best comeback. I mean come on!

"Good." I like one word responses.

We start our song as always. These songs seem like endless croaking to humans, but to us frogs, they are actual songd. So we start. "Iiiiiiiin our clan of froooooogssssss, we hooooope tooooo shedddddd some liiiiiiightttttt, maaaaaany know we are siiiiiiiiiiiiiinging toniiiiiiiiiight!" And that's the end. Short, simple, sweet.

I walk over to my lily pad and close my eyes. The next thing I know I'm awakened and it's morning. The sun is shining down over us and I yawn and stretch, scratching my back. Human habits carry over, what can I say?