Abstract

On a log at the roadside there sat a frog. He spied an old woman, burdened for market. In great excitement, he croaked, Hey! Over here, Grandma! Kiss me! I'm a handsome prince! Break the evil spell! She paid him no heed, trudging on. Deeply offended, the frog croaked, Hey, missus! You snubbed me! Aren't you interested in a handsome prince? The grandmother stopped, turned, adjusted her spectacles, and replied, Well, no. Not at my age. A talking frog is interesting, though. And a good day to you, sir.

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