Jeremiah was a bullfrog.....until he turned into a prince.

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Jeremiah was a bullfrog.....until he turned into a prince.

Post by Percy Jackson(sorry) » Tue 17th Mar 2020

Warning. Extremely mild language. I don't know what this is. If you like it, I have more ideas. Now enjoy.
Jeremiah, or Jeremy for short, sat contentedly on his lily pad. He floated in the moat surrounding the castle.
He watched a group of princesses sit in a circle, whispering and giggling on the green lawn. All of a sudden, a princess in a extremely pink dress ran over to the moat and plucked him out of it.
Then, as quick as a flash, she pecked him on his froggy cheek. There was a puff of smoke, and there was Jeremy, clothed in prince's attire, human! He was incredibly handsom, with strong features and impeccable posture. There was a moment when all the princesses were silent.
The moment was shattered when Jeremy lept into the moat and started kicking, trying to swim away.
"Someone get him out!!!!!" Screeched the princess in the pink dress, whose name was Fiona.
The guards, who were standing by the drawbridge, leaped into the moat and pulled Jeremy out.
"What's wrong with you, kid? Ya some kinda nut? 'Cause if ya are, the king won't take kindly ta 'is daughter hangin' around wi' ye."
Jeremy stared at him, then let out a noise between a groan and a warble.
"Bloody 'ell mate! " The guard yelped.
The other guard started to usher Fiona into the castle.
"Let go of me!" She screeched. "Let go!"
She ripped her arm from the guard's grip.
By this time, the other princesses had gathered around Jeremy, ignoring the guard shooing then away. Fiona pushed her way through the crowd.
" Oh.....M......G!" She screamed. "You're, like, just like that frog in that story! And in the story, the prince fell in love with the fair lady who rescued him! And, like, I'm that lady!"
At this point, Jeremy had wrapped Fiona in his arms, bringing her closer and closer to his puckered lips.
Fiona didn't hesitate. She leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met.
Then Jeremy started to laugh. Fiona started too, a light laugh that died quickly as she stared into Jeremy's eyes. But Jeremy's laugh didn't stop. In fact, his laugh just got louder and coarser, rising to a demented scream. Fiona backed up, extremely wary.
"Heheheh..heh.....heh........heh............" Jeremy's laugh died away. "You wanted to be just like the lady in The Princess and the Frog, didn't you? You thought your prince would come and whisk you away, didn't you? Didn't you!?" At these last words, he grabbed Fiona and shook her wildly.
The guards were too awestruck to act.
"You lifted the curse," Jeremy whispered in her ear. "And brought it upon yourself. How noble. A task befitting.....a prince." At these words, Jeremy started to laugh again, even harder than before.
Fiona started to scream. The scream of a duck with its leg caught in a bear trap. And that is the most horrible scream of all. Then, in a puff of smoke, Fiona was gone. In her place sat a frog. The prince plucked her off the ground and threw her into the moat.
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Of course, the guards eventually acted, and Jeremy was executed the next day. But between the crocodiles, and the hundreds of frogs, they never did find Fiona again.
The moral of this story is: Frogs can kill.

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