My good friend Bob Puckett was going on his usual evening walk, breathlessly trying to keep up with his dog Zany. Bob was enjoying the cool night air when suddenly, he heard a voice.

“Help me! Help me!”

Bob looked all around, but saw no one there. So he continued on. But then, once again, came the pleading voice.

“Help me! Help me!”

This time, Bob looked down and saw a small green frog sitting by his feet. He bent over and picked up the little frog, and looked at it. Suddenly, the frog spoke.

“Please help me!” the frog said. “You see, I am really a beautiful princess who has been turned into a frog by a wicked witch. If you kiss me, I will turn back into a princess, and I will love you and kiss you and adore you and…well, you can use your imagination.”

Bob took a long moment to think about this. But then, as if to ignore the invitation, he took the frog, stuck it in his top pocket, and continued on his way.

The little frog looked up from inside Bob’s pocket. “Hey! You! Is something wrong? Why won’t you help me? Why won’t you kiss me and let me become your beautiful princess?”

Bob looked down at the little green frog.

Then he said, “Frankly honey, at my age, I’d rather have a talking frog!”