Every woman around here seems to think that with a kiss *poof* a frog can become their Prince Charming. But Edith is different, she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm in fact the enchanted prince she's been waiting for. Thing is, she's been kissing all of the wrong men-frogs, too many to count and I have yet to be kissed by the right maiden. Good thing she's a herpetologist or she wouldn't give me the time of day.
Every woman, in the small town I live close by, came around my pond unaware that I’m watching them with my two little frog eyes. You see, most of my days I happen to be near the water, but when I see them I always try to hide.
It all started with a fairy tale about a maiden kissing a frog, who then became a real human prince, and they lived happily ever after. Bullshit. These days, the easiest and fastest way to find Mr. Right has become a frog kissing hype.
Today is no different. When two young girls approached my pond searching for me, I hid. But when I thought they were gone, one of them got me by one hind leg.
“ Well, lookie here. My prince charming is running away from me once again.”
Once again? I thought. Then I remembered the young, restless girl who had approached me yesterday for a kiss. I had wrestled myself out of her tight grasp but she put up a big fight. Her emerald green eyes had sparkled with enthusiasm as she had forced a kiss on me but nothing happened. With an attitude that stank with desperation, she hadn’t even bothered to do her research on this hype.