Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Kissing a Frog

Based on the fairy tale "Princess and the Frog" in which a princess kisses a frog that turns into a handsome prince upon being kissed. As always, they live happily ever after. Click here if you want to read the whole story. "Kissing a Frog" is my take on the fairy tale.

Kissing a Frog



It was the most beautiful night possible. High up in the sky, a full moon shone brightly and around it twinkled countless little stars. Fireflies fluttered from shrub to shrub and the moonlight reflected off delicate drops of dew. The whole landscape was bathed in a silver light. There was hardly any noise except harmonious sounds of little creatures of the night.


Things were as serene as they could be and the air was cool. Tired birds had just started to fall asleep in their little nests when they were cruelly shaken out of their stupour by the sudden, crashing noise of Princess Greta emerging out of the shrubs.


“I will catch him tonight,” she exclaimed loudly to the wilderness thereby eliminating any chances of taking her intended victim by surprise. Elegance wasn’t her cup of tea. She believed in action. The clumsier the better. Fortunately for her, her victim was rather deaf. With her vision limited by the darkness, she depended upon her keen sense of hearing to move ahead towards the lake, where, upon a dry lotus leaf, sat the shiniest and the smoothest green frog one could ever have imagined.

Freddy the Frog reflected upon his life as he sat on his favorite leaf near the lake. Having had a good dinner, he let out a satisfied croak every few seconds. To Greta, this was the most attractive sound. She had been fascinated by this frog for a really long time now.


Her father, the powerful King of Dimsland, had been apalled by his daughter’s choice when he had first heard about it from the queen.
 “Have you gone crazy, Greta?” he had asked.


“Papa, I love Freddy,” Greta had insisted.


“For God’s sake girl, he is a stupid frog,” the King had replied gesturing wildly at his daughter.


Turning a deaf ear, Greta had argued, “Frog or no frog, Papa. Love is blind.”


“I wouldn’t have worried so much if it was only blind, but in your case it seems to be crazy as well. I will not have a frog for my son-in-law ever.”


“Oh, you will have this frog for your son-in-law, papa. I will see to it,” Greta had replied, stubbornly.


“Princess, think about it. What would you talk to him about? And when time comes for both of the you to ascend the throne, what will he say to my subjects? CROAK? No I will not have it at any cost.”


“Papa, my love will change him. Don’t worry. Only if you could see him through my eyes, you would realize what I am talking about,” Greta had replied poetically.


“Why? What do you see in him?”


“His skin is so smooth that it shines in the moonlight and when he speaks, its like music.”


“Greta, he doesn’t speak for God’s sake. He croaks! And he eats flies!”


“Papa, I know I can change him. You will see that my love will transform him.”


The King had let the craziness be for a while. Greta was a passionate girl but he hoped that the frog would be more sensible. He was sure Greta would also get over this crush pretty soon. Girls her age were known to be driven by their hearts. Little did he know that she planned to go and get that frog the very next day.


So here was Greta, bravely fighting the darkness and pushing aside shrub after shrub to get to the lake where Freddy sat oblivious of the fate that awaited him. The noises that Greta made drove rabbits out of the bushes and birds out of the trees. But they failed to stir the deaf frog. So he sat there lost in his own world until Greta was almost upon him.


When he saw a great shadow loom upon him, he turned to face whatever it was that was blocking the moonlight. But it was too late. With one swooping motion of her arm, Greta grabbed Freddy in her hand and lifted him up in the air. She brought him close to her face. He looked at her and she looked at him. Both looked into each others’ eyes for what seemed like eternity. Then Greta leaned and kissed the frog and again looked at him carefully.

 “Ah, I think I can see little ears sprouting from your head,” she said.


She put Freddy inside her handbag where he sat wide-eyed, shocked, and perplexed but still very much a frog and with no intentions of ever being anything but a frog.

PS: Please forgive the bad drawings...I was so scared of accidently using copyright images that I decided to draw a few myself.


15 comments:

Vaishali Ahuja said...

Hey I like it..It's so well written...Well done Vibha!
Your writing was good earlier too but it is certainly going ahead now :-)

Vibha said...

thanks dear....
No comments about the excellent drawings though??? Pity....

drtaher said...

Interesting way of telling the truth, he he. In any case, I think the drawings were well above average. Did you use MS paint for the same? If so, it is good work.

Overall rating for this story: 3.5/5 (WDC style).

Vibha said...

Thanks Dr. Taher,

yeah I did use MS Paint and that too on a laptop using just the mousepad...
A 3.5 rating from you really means a lot...Thanks :)

Nandan Jha said...

the 'kiss in the original is 'hope', its the change-trigger. it is what keeps most of us going :-)

Keep kissing these change-triggers hoping to find Prince someday.

I can smell a very cold newcastle.

Vibha said...

Hello Nandan,
Nice to see you back on my blog :-)...
I like your take on the story...It is definitely very important to try things to discover something new.
My take was more about unrealistic expectations from life...but I agree that Newcastle is very cold..;-)

VJ Sharma said...

Nice Story and well written !

Good artworks by using MS-Paint... Adobe has some great tools for such creations, so try out :-)

Vibha said...

Thanks VJ...
I know I could do wonders with Adobe Products...
Unfortunately I don't find myself in a position to afford any of those products :P

ajay said...

I liked the story and your writing style. I don't like fairy tales so I liked the ending :) Bad drawings!? Those are very good drawings. :)

Vibha said...

Thanks Ajay for visiting my blog. I am glad you liked the story...:)

DS said...

Nice Vibha! I felt free and super-stalked you - left a few "interestings" on your posts.


Like they say, you have to kiss many frogs before you find your prince :D

Vibha said...

Hey Deepthi...:-) Thanks for visiting my blog. Hope you liked what you read. Kissing a Frog is fine but kissing a frog and expecting it to turn into a prince is not fair--atleast on the Frog! :)

sarika said...

Hey a good one...The whole part was very engaging for me as a reader ..Good going Vibha :)...Ab hope yeh kamaal Chicken ka nahi tha , i hope u get it :-)...Keep Going ..

wanderer said...

finding too many frogs these days in my city...so true and so perfect :) liked the draws to dear :)

Vibha said...

Thanks Sarika and Wanderer,

Sarika, I did not understand the chicken thing. Will get in touch with you for that.

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