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The Frog Prince
By deadcatgirl14

 

In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived King Ray whose sons were all beautiful,
but the youngest, Mikey, was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was
astonished whenever it shone in his face. Close by the king's castle lay a great dark forest, and
under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, Mikey went out into
the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when he was bored he took a golden
ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this ball was his favorite play thing.

Now it so happened that on one occasion the prince's golden ball did not fall into the little hand
which he was holding up for it, but on to the ground beyond, and rolled straight into the water.
Mikey followed it with his eyes, but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep that the bottom
could not be seen. At this he began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be comforted.
And as he thus lamented someone said to him, "What ails you, king's son? You weep so that even a
stone would show pity."

He looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a frog stretching forth its big,
ugly head from the water. "Ah, old water-splasher, is it you," he said, "I am weeping for my golden
ball, which has fallen into the well." "Be quiet, and do not weep," answered the frog, "I can help
you, but what will you give me if I bring your play thing up again?" "Whatever you will have, dear
frog," said he, "My clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even the golden crown which I am wearing."
The frog answered, "I do not care for your clothes, your pearls and jewels, nor for your golden
crown, but if you will love me and let me be your companion and play-fellow, and sit by you at your
little table, and eat off your little golden plate, and drink out of your little cup, and sleep in
your little bed - if you will promise me this I will go down below, and bring you your golden ball
up again."

"Oh yes," said he, "I promise you all you wish, if you will but bring me my ball back again." But he
thought, "How the silly frog does talk. All he does is to sit in the water with the other frogs, and
croak. He can be no companion to any human being."

But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into the water and sank down; and in a
short while came swimmming up again with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass. Mikey was
delighted to see his pretty play thing once more, and picked it up, and ran away with it. "Wait,
wait," said the frog. "Take me with you. I can't run as you can." But what did it avail him to
scream his croak, croak, after him, as loudly as he could. Mikey did not listen to it, but ran home
and soon forgot the poor frog, who was forced to go back into his well again.

The next day when he had seated herself at table with King Ray and all the courtiers, and was eating
from his little golden plate, something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble
staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, "Prince, youngest
prince, open the door for me." Mikey ran to see who was outside, but when he opened the door, there
sat the frog in front of it. Then he slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again,
and was quite frightened. King Ray saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, "My
child, what are you so afraid of? Is there perchance a giant outside who wants to carry you away?"

"Ah, no," replied he. "It is no giant but a disgusting frog."

"What does a frog want with you?"

"Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell
into the water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me, and because he so
insisted, I promised him he should be my companion, but I never thought he would be able to come out
of his water. And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me."

In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried, "Prince, youngest prince, open the door for me,
do you not know what you said to me yesterday by the cool waters of the well. Prince, youngest
prince, open the door for me."

Then said King Ray, "That which you have promised must you perform. Go and let him in." Mikey went
and opened the door, and the frog hopped in and followed him, step by step, to her chair. There he
sat and cried, "Lift me up beside you." Mikey delayed, until at last King Ray commanded Mikey to do
it. Once the frog was on the chair he wanted to be on the table, and when he was on the table he
said, "Now, push your little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together." Mikey did this,
but it was easy to see that he did not do it willingly. The frog enjoyed what he ate, but almost
every mouthful Mikey took choked her. At length he said, "I have eaten and am satisfied, now I am
tired, carry me into your little room and make your little silken bed ready, and we will both lie
down and go to sleep."

Mikey began to cry, for he was afraid of the cold frog which he did not like to touch, and which was
now to sleep in his pretty, clean little bed. But King Ray grew angry and said, "He who helped you
when you were in trouble ought not afterwards to be despised by you." So he took hold of the frog
with two fingers, carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner, but when Mikey was in bed he crept
to him and said, "I am tired, I want to sleep as well as you, lift me up or I will tell your
father." At this he was terribly angry, and took him up and threw him with all his might against the
wall. "Now, will you be quiet, odious frog," said he. But when he fell down he was no frog but King
Bob's son, Frank, with kind and beautiful eyes. He by Mikey father's will was now his dear companion
and husband. Then Frank told Mikey how he had been bewitched by a wicked witch, and how no one could
have delivered him from the well but himself, and that tomorrow they would go together into his
kingdom.

Then they went to sleep, and the next morning when the sun awoke them, a carriage came driving up
with eight white horses, which had white ostrich feathers on their heads, and were harnessed with
golden chains, and behind stood the young king's servant Gerard.

Gerard had been so unhappy when Frank was changed into a frog, that he had caused three iron bands
to be laid round his heart, lest it should burst with grief and sadness. The carriage was to conduct
the Frank into his kingdom. Gerard helped them both in, and placed himself behind again, and was
full of joy because of this deliverance. And when they had driven a part of the way the Frank heard
a cracking behind him as if something had broken. So he turned round and cried, "Gerard, the
carriage is breaking."

"No, master, it is not the carriage. It is a band from my heart, which was put there in my great
pain when you were a frog and imprisoned in the well." Again and once again while they were on their
way something cracked, and each time the Frank thought the carriage was breaking, but it was only
the bands which were springing from the heart of Gerard because his master was set free and was
happy.

 

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