A
Frog Prince's Diary
Jaden's diary
Day 9
Finding where she lived was
easy. All I had to do was follow the path. It was lined with little
rocks and flowers grew along the edge. I hopped along it until I came
to a garden gate. Living outdoors has really kept me slim so I had no
trouble squeezing under the door. The garden was a maze of paths and
brilliant flowers, shrubs and trees. It took some time, but I finally
found the door leading into the house, which was really a palace.
Probably some king's summer palace. Unfortunately even a frog
couldn't squeeze under that door, so I did the next best thing I
could do. I banged on it with my webbed fist.
“Spoiled princess open the
door!” I yelled, “Keep your promise made at the well.”
“Go away!” a gruff
voice, probably the doorkeeper, called.
“Open up!” I yelled
banging until my fists bled.
“I'll run you through!”
the doorkeeper threatened.
“Wait, who is there?” a
man, probably the king, called.
“I am the frog who rescued
the princesses ball!” I shouted, “She promised me dinner, I
demand my dinner!” There was a silence. I crossed my webbed hand
finger things behind my back. Then the man who was probably the king
replied.
“Elaine?” he said
gruffly.
“Father.” the girl
whined, “It's a fat slimey toad!” I was offended. Why did people
keep calling me a toad.
“Well, you promised.”
her father snapped.
“Can he come back
tomorrow, we aren't ready for him, tonight?” Elaine whined. I was
disgusted.
“I shall return!” I
shouted and hopped into a bush to spend the night.
Day 10
The following night I was
waiting by the door, when the doorkeeper opened it. The oaf looked in
every direction, except mine. He was doing it on purpose too! I know
it. After awhile I got tired of his oafish manners, marched up to him
and kicked him good. He jumped, then looked down.
“Y-your a frog?” he
gasped, his face turning redder then a flannel petticoat.
“Of course I'm a frog!”
I snarled, “I informed you last night! Now kindly inform the
princess Elaine that I am here for dinner.” The oaf turned and
stumbled off. He should have been fired, just for the way he walked.
He looked like a drunk.
An old man with a snow
white beard and a golden crown on his head came to the door soon
after. The drunken doorkeeper shuffled after him.
“So you are the frog?”
the king asked. I found that question just a tad ridiculous. Of
course I was the frog. Couldn't he tell by looking at me?
“Of course, sire.” I
said. The king turned.
“Elaine, come attend your
guest!” he ordered curtly. The princess shuffled over to us,
looking rather downcast.
“Come along froggy.” she
muttered. I frowned. Obviously her manners were still not up to date.
“I am tiny, you are going
to have to carry me!” I said definitely, as I crossed my arms, or
what was supposed to be my arms.
“NO!” Elaine snarled.
“Daughter!” the king
growled. She immediately bent over and picked me up between the tips
of her finger and thumb. My triumph was short lived, because it was
so painful the way she was pinching me.
Eating at a grand table is
so much different when one is a frog. All the silver was two big for
me, as well as the goblets and pitchers. As for the chairs we won't
even discuss them. I took one look at the situation and decided to
perch on the edge of the golden plate and eat with my webbed fingers.
The meal was very undignified and awkward. Elaine didn't look at me
once. Her father talked politely about the many wars and skirmishes
he had been involved in. Some of his descriptions were a little
vulgar for table talk, but I couldn't tell him that. I said little, I
was having trouble eating and didn't want to encourage the king.
Day 11
I returned to the well this
morning. I needed a bit of time to decide weather or not I wanted to
experience another dinner at the palace.
Day 12
Well this morning I decided
to go back again. Mother was very good at teaching etiquette. She
said that if you wanted to get invited to dinner, you pay a social
call half an hour before the meal should be served, then it would be
only proper for them to invite you to stay. Believe me, it worked
like a charm, and once more I found myself perched on a dinner plate.
This time Elaine talked.
“Father,” she said,
ignoring me, “What do you think of Prince Kane of the Southwood?”
she asked. I paused in the process of taring of a chunk of chicken.
Prince Kane just happened to be my cousin.
“He is a very nice young
man, daughter, but his mother is a little odd.” the king said. I
scowled.
“I think-” I began.
“What about that prince
that is coming here two nights hence?” Elaine interrupted.
Obviously her mother had not taken a great deal of time on teaching
her etiquette.
“Charming as they come
dear, but I heard his whole family is odd.” the king said,
“Remember the rumors of Prince James turning into a beast. And what
about Prince Justin's bride-to-be? She was cursed, I believe.” I
felt my green face turning bright red. They were gossiping about my
family right in front of my face.
“I think he is
disgusting!” Elaine said, “Imagine having to marry a prince who
has a twin brother! I could never do it!” I decided that she was
talking about Joseph or John.
“Gossiping is a sin!” I
snarled.
“I beg your pardon?” the
king said.
“Pardon granted!” I
sniffed.
“Er- thank you, I think!”
he said.
“What a rude little
froggy!” Elaine sneered, “If I was your mother I would have you
paddled!” I hopped right off the table.
“Good day, Barbarian
princess!” I snarled and hopped out the door.
Day 13
I am so never going back to
see either Elaine or her father! How dare they insult my family! How
dare they! There is nothing odd about my family! Nothing! What on
Royaume did they mean by James being a beast, and Justin's bride
being cursed? Well I guess it's just a stupid rumor!
To Be Continued
Thanks, Emily. Cannot wait for the next part.
ReplyDelete-Lizzy