“Reeda, you’re the kick-ass grandma I never had, but this is a misunderstanding. I’m no heroic amphibian, I’m just a guy that got cursed by a witch!”
The old toad poked him with her staff. “Nonsense, Lad! You’re the biggest, beefiest bullfrog I’ve ever seen! I’ve trained a dozen heroes, and you’re the champion Long Lake needs!”
“Alright, Fine! I’m a big bullfrog now. But fighting a fire-breathing turtle is Mario and Luigi’s gig, I’m not even a plumber!”
“A kiss,” Reeda said. “If you save Long Lake, I’m sure a kiss would be the least Greensong the Frog Queen could reward you with!”
“Frog queen?” he squinted. “Doesn’t lifting a curse like this usually involve a human princess?”
She shrugged. “Bill, this is New Jersey! Royal kisses for bullfrogs are hard to come by. And if it doesn’t work… well, she is single and looking.”
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