Fable #1
On an average, normal, typical, blustery day in the Magic Kingdom of Bluster, a sullen looking Princess sullenly skulked into the town tavern. For hours she moped at the bar all mopey-like until the bartender finally asked her,
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
Tears welled behind her eyes and her lip quivered in a most quivering fashion and she belched a reply,
“All the frogs I try to kiss keep turning into princes.”
The End.
Epilogue: She dies alone.
Moral of the Fable: Everything is terrible.
Did kissing the frogs lead to gonorrhea? Is that why she died alone? Did I miss the point?
“And all the princes keep drowning, too. Lillypads are pretty weak.”
She needed to stick with toads, may get warts but they will stay toads…. Some times……