I just discovered that my
stupid lazy little brother, Justin has not written in his new diary
yet. Can you believe it? He has had it for a whole month and not done
a thing with it. Well I soon set him strait. As for my diary, I got
it today for my birthday and you better believe I wrote in it right
away. My name is Jaden and I am twenty-four years old as of today.
The twins Justin and James are twenty-two. The next set of twins,
Joseph and John are nineteen. My youngest brother, Jerome is
seventeen. Elise is sixteen. All of my siblings are lazy and
conceited, I like to keep them straightened out. But most of them are
to stuck up to listen to me. Mother has more faith in me then in the
others. She says I may choose my own bride, but she will find brides
for my other brothers and groom for Elise. On Saturday, we go to the
castle of King Ronald. Mother plans on having Justin marry his sweet
daughter Eleanor. But Justin is to stupid to figure out her plans.
Well, I went walking in the
garden to enjoy the cool afternoon air, when I saw Elise's fairy
godmother. Now everyone knows that if you catch a fairy, you will be
granted three wishes. So I sneaked up on her and grabbed her by the
wings.
“Unhand me prince Jaden!”
she scolded. She must have took me for a fool.
“First grant me three
wishes!” I ordered.
“You greedy, selfish,
bossy young man!” she snarled, “How dare you demand that of me!”
How dare she talk to me like that. I noticed Justin staring at me
from the garden door. There was something like a smirk on his face.
Then the fairy suddenly seemed to grow.
“What is this?” I
demanded coldly, “You can't cheat me out of my three wishes!”
“Jaden you are a frog
until you can learn the meaning of true love, and a girl agrees to
brake the spell by kissing you!” I stared at her in surprise. When
I tried to back away from her and found myself hopping. That cursed
fairy had indeed transformed me into a miserably blotchy frog!
Day 2
I slept in the garden last
night. Justin shut the door in my face and I did not seem to be able
to open the door. I shall certainly thrash my treacherous brother
within an inch of his life, once I become a man again. The garden was
gloomy. I never realized how stupid it is to have so many gardeners.
They stomped all over the place and kicked me about while trimming
the hedges. Disrespectful! When I tried to explain, a nasty croaking
noise came out. So there was only one thing to do, go into the woods
and look for a peaceful place to rest. After all I know the woods
like the back of my hand.
Day 3
Apparently I don't know my
hand very well. Probably because it has turned into a webbed
monstrosity. I have been wandering all over this miserable cold wet
forest unable to find away out. I am starving, but I refuse to eat
flies. I will not admit that they are beginning to look tasty. The
sun was somewhere in the middle of the sky, which means that it was
definitely lunchtime, when I found what looked like a puddle. But
with my vast knowledge I knew that it was actually a well. If you
looked carefully, you can see the stones lining the outside. The rude
and cruel sun had dried up all the dew so I was melting and my skin
was beginning to crack for lack of water. I jumped right in. The well
was probably abandoned, no one lived around here, so I wasn't
disturbing anyone's drinking water.
Day 4
I was relaxing on a
comfortable slab of bark in the well, when there was a splash.
Someone was chucking stones at me. The nerve! I jumped out of the
water and hid under a pile of wet leaves. There was a juicy fat slug,
which I quickly gulped, with a flick of my tongue. It was delicious.
Then now that my stomach was full I turned to face my tormentor. I
was a bit surprised to find that it was a young girl. I want to say
she is about Jerome's age. She had long curly reddish hair, a pale
face and big hazel eyes. She was wearing a long dark green gown with
light gold and silver trimmings. All in all, she was beautiful. I was
still admiring her, when she pitched another boulder at me, but was
hardly more then a pebble in her long slender fingers. My admiration
for her was immediately extinguished. She was a cruel brat. What kind
of person threw stones at helpless creatures. I hopped further into
the woods to wait for her to leave. I would not try and make her
acquaintance.
Day 5
The beautiful brat was back
again today. This time I remained hidden. I wasn't going to speak to
her or give her the chance to throw more rocks at me. This time she
had a small golden ball. I could tell that it was made of real gold.
But judging by the way she tossed it about, I decided that it was
hollow. Cheep if you ask me. Still it was interesting to watch her.
All my brother would have made fun of me if I watched a girl like
this back home. Maybe being a frog has its uses.
Day 6
I was waiting for her and
not disappointed when she came back. She had her ball with her again.
But I wish she would drop it into the well, because she only pays
attention to it. I wonder what mother would think of her. She is
clearly rich. Some high born lady. I was still wishing that she would
drop the ball, when she did. It fell right into the well and sank
like a stone. The splash was very satisfying. Her tantrum was not.
She stomped around kicking at everything and screaming. When I made
the mistake of coming out to offer condolences she tried to stomp on
me. Ungrateful wretch! You better believe I left her to her tantrum.
Day 7
I had a very enjoyable time
watching all the soldiers and servants trying to rescue the ball from
the well. It was very satisfying when none of them were able to
retrieve it. After hours and hours of attempting to rescue the silly
toy, the knights and servants went off and left the girl crying.
Crying over a toy. Disgusting! Not even Elise would do a thing like
that! In spite of my disgust, I hopped out of my hiding place and
onto a rock in front of the girl. Then with a great effort I cleared
my throat. My new natural instinct was to croak but I forced myself
to speak the common tongue.
“I could fetch your little
ball for you.” I offered politely. I really can't stand seeing
someone cry, especially a lady.
“You're a frog!” she
shrieked ungratefully.
“So what?” I snapped, “I
can still fetch your baby toy!”
“Then get it you
disgusting rodent!” she snarled. Such manners!
“There is a big difference
between my species and rodents!” I told her frigidly.
“Fine you miserable pick
toad!” she screamed, “Now fetch my ball at once!”
“No!” I said and hopped
off, “You can say please first!”
“Come back, toad!” she
howled.
“I'm a frog!” I croaked
and hurried away, pleased that I was able to punish her.
Day 8
I was awakened this morning
by the sound of the girl's voice. She was calling for me. I felt
rather pleased.
“Frog, oh froggy, I want
to speak to you!” she called. I tossed aside my leaf blanket and
hopped out to see her.
“You called?” I said
with an elaborate bow. Her lips curled up in a sneer. I grinned.
“I want you to get my ball
back.” she snapped.
“Say please.” I
retorted.
“What do you want?” she
said ignoring my request, “I am willing to pay.” I was about to
shake my head, when the idea of a delicious dinner on a table struck
my fancy.
“Take me home with you and
let me eat at your table.” I said.
“Deal!” she cried, so
quickly that I felt suspicious. In spite of my misgivings, I dived
into the cool refreshing water. The further down I went the darker it
got. But after blinking a few times, I realized that I could see
quite well. Being a frog definitely had its good side. I found her
ball in the mud at the bottom of the well. Believe me I lugged that
thing to the top of the well, and it was a whole lot of work. It must
have weighed a ton to a poor frog like me. What I wouldn't do for
something good to eat. Unfortunately, when I reached the top of the
well, the girl reached down, grabbed the well, dropped a rock on my
head and ran off. I was furious! Such a spoiled ill-mannered brat,
definitely needed a good old fashioned switching. I was going to
speak to her parents about it too. Just as soon as I found them.
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!
Day 14
In spite of what I had
promised myself I decided to return to the palace today. At least I
could figure out which one of my brothers was coming to visit. I
decided that it was Joseph because John would have to be dragged by
mother. He has never liked the idea of going courting.
When I arrived at the
palace, I found Elaine in the garden looking very bored, and totally
ignoring Joseph. Yes, it was Joseph. A pity I wasn't getting money
for betting on the right person. The king was talking to my brother,
but shooting nasty glances at Elaine, every now an then. I wondered
why I wasn't angry that she dared not like my brother. In fact I felt
rather pleased. Probably just because Elaine wasn't suitable enough
for my brother. I decided to speak to him. I hopped onto the top of a
small garden statue of an elf queen.
“Good afternoon, Prince
Joseph.” I said. His eyes bulged, and he stared at me, and started
to stutter.
“W-wh-what?” was all he
seemed to be able to get out.
“My dear young prince,
allow me to introduce the frog, a friend of my daughter.” the king
said evenly. I noticed he sounded a little irritated, but I didn't
care.
“But your a frog.”
Joseph gulped.
“A magical frog.” the
king said. I shrugged. Joseph had obviously recognized me, and was
asking me what happened.
Suddenly the princess moved
between Joseph and I. Such rudeness. She took his arm and turned her
back on me. More rudeness.
“Your highness.” she
said in a gushing voice, “Please, allow me to show you the rose
paths.” she led him off. He glanced over his shoulder at me, a
pleading look on his face. He obviously didn't want to go with her.
When night finally arrived,
I was still waiting in the garden. Joseph escaped the princess, and
came to find me.
“What in the name of
wonders have you done to yourself?” he snarled, “Justin said you
got turned into a toad...”
“Frog!” I hissed, “And
Justin is a traitor!” He shrugged.
“Whatever!” he snapped,
“It's also come to our attention that James spent a hundred days as
beast.”
“He was already a beast!”
I replied.
“And a fairy told Justin
that he was the only one who could wake Princess Eleanor from eternal
sleep!” he continued, “Now mother is trying to make me court this
bratty princess! I don't want to marry her! I don't want to marry a
princess!”
“Quite right, she is
spoiled rotten!” I said. Then I told him about being turned into a
frog and rescuing the ball. Joseph had the wrong reaction entirely.
“Why we make Elaine kiss
you, which will turn you back into a man, then she can marry you and
I'm free.” he cried gleefully.
“What?” I gaped. How
dare he suggest something like that! Disgusting! I totally loved the
plan.
“Lets start with a
banquet.” he said.
Day 15
Joseph helped set up a
short table in the woods near the well, then found cushions for
seats. I wrote the invitations, on paper that Joseph provided.
Although I was calling it my banquet, it was really Joseph's banquet.
He did far more for it then I did. But why shouldn't he? Isn't that
what brothers are for? To help one another. I thought the banquet was
gorgeous if I do say so myself. Low table, green cushions, leaf
decorations, wooden plates, dishes full of fruits, tall candles, fish
on leaf platters, gravy dressings. Yes, it was a simple but pretty
arrangement.
Greetings
to the King of the Northwood, and his daughter the beauteous Elaine,
I
the frog of the well in the woods, do request your company at a
banquet the following night, at the well, in thanksgiving for letting
me share two most delightful dinners with you in your charming
palace.
May
the stars shine favorably upon you,
Frog
The invitation was quite
glorious. Not even Elaine could say no to it. But apparently,
according to Joseph, she did. But the king accepted, so she had to
come anyway. So much to look forward too.
Day 16
What I would really like to
say is that the banquet was a success, that I am a man again and
about to have a happily ever after. But I'm stuck on reality. The
King, his daughter, three servants and four guards came to the
banquet. Of course Joseph was there too. The King was a well mannered
guest and thanked me properly. I saw to it that he got the best of
everything. Elaine was rude. She didn't speak to me at all. Every
time I looked at her, she would start talking to Joseph in the most
gushing manner. Disgusting! Couldn't she see that she was making my
brother uncomfortable? About half way through the dinner, Elaine
stood up. I braced myself. I could tell she was going to do something
mean, by the contemptuous look on her face.
“My dear father. And of
course you frog, this dinner has been quite delightful.” she said
said. Her father nodded. I scowled. They way she spoke, I could tell
she meant exactly the opposite.
“Of course, dear.” her
father said. Elaine tilted her nose even higher.
“I think that this is the
best moment, certainly most quaint and charming.” she continued. I
would have raised my eyebrows if I had any.
“Sit down, please.”
Joseph muttered.
“This is as I see the
perfect time to announce that I have decided to except Prince
Joseph's hand in marriage.” Elaine burst out, then she shot me a
triumphant look.
“Darling.” her father
cried proudly, he then kissed her and shook Joseph's hand. My brother
had a look of frozen horror on his face. I couldn't blame him. It has
got to be a man's worst nightmare to have it announced to the whole
world that you are going to get married, before you even realize it
yourself.
“How sweet!” I barked.
Well, that puts a damper on our plans! What is this girl trying to
do? Make me jealous? How come she keeps flirting with my brother
every time I look at her? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if Joseph is
gone by morning.
Day 17
Yesterday,
Elaine's announcement caught me off guard, and I was too busy playing
the host to think much about it. But after my guests left, the full
enormity of everything hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt more
miserable then I had felt in a long time. Being a frog had been such
fun, but now I hated my wretched state. It meant that I would be
trapped as a frog forever. I could never marry the girl I loved. Not
that Elaine deserved to marry someone nice. Joseph most certainly
didn't deserve to be tied down to someone like her. All in all, it
was a very miserable night.
Day 18
I had
been expecting to see Joseph passing through on his way to escape
Elaine, and her ill-timed marriage plans. He finally passed through
today.
“Jaden?”
he screamed as he came storming towards the well. I hopped onto a
rock.
“Well?”
I asked.
“I
hate her!” he yelled, “I really, really do!”
“Then
don't marry her.” I suggested reasonably.
“But
she already told the entire world that I was going too.” he wailed.
“Her
father, three servants, four guards and myself are hardly the entire
world.” I said.
“Ugh!”
he moaned, “I want to marry someone I love.” Then he turned and
ran deeper into the forest, in what I could only except to be the
direction of home. I couldn't say I blamed him.
Joseph
was hardly out of sight, before it came to my attention, that having
a human around could be useful even if he was my brother. Together we
could come up with some plan for Elaine to change me back into a man.
I sighed. Joseph would probably insist that we find a more obliging
princess. It would make more sense. Elaine would never stoop to kiss
a slimey toad. UGH! Now I was calling myself a toad..
Day 19
Last
night, the perfect plan came to me. Elaine adored her golden ball.
All I had to do was steal it, hide it, then return it, when the
princess put out a reward. Unfortunately I was to small to fetch a
golden ball. I would have to find Joseph. So today I set out to look
for him.
Day 20
I never
did find Joseph, instead I found Jerome. My kid brother, his clothes
were all torn and ragged. He was obviously running amuck in the
forest to annoy his tutors and mother. He spotted me, and scooped me
up in his very dirty hands. I couldn't believe the fool was already
seven and ten years of age. He acted no more then four summers.
“Hello
lil' froggy!” he drawled. Wow, someone got it right.
“Don't
talk like a baby!” I ordered in my best older brother voice. Jerome
screamed and hurled me up into the air. I managed to grab a branch
and stop myself from falling to a very painful end.
“Jaden?”
Jerome asked slowly, “Is that you? Justin said you were a frog, but
I didn't believe him.”
“Justin
is an idiot!” I growled.
“He is
going to rescue the princess Eleanor!” Jerome said, “I just got
back from her castle! Really Jaden, you should see the hedge around
that place. I think it may improve Justin, just to cut through-”
“Stop
babbling!” I growled.
“Sorry.”
he muttered.
“Jerome,
where is Joseph?” I demanded.
“He is
visiting his love, who has twenty feet of hair!” Jerome said,
“Imagine that.”
“Twenty
feet of hair?” I repeated stupidly.
“Of
course.” he said. I sighed. Well then Joseph couldn't help me very
much. Jerome would have to do.
“I
need you to steal something for me.” I told him. Jerome's eyes
bulged and he looked like he was going to explode.
Day 21
It took
forever to explain to Jerome yesterday, but then in the end he
agreed. Our parents still though he was with Justin visiting James
and Eleanor's castles. So he didn't even have to let them know. Which
was probably a good thing since they would never have agreed. I felt
like a terrible brother when Jerome, looking way to happy with the
situation broke into the palace and went to look for the princess's
golden ball. He found it much quicker then I thought was entirely
proper for a prince who was stealing something for the first time. I
had him bring it down to the well, then place it strategically so
that anyone coming down would accidentally kick it strait into the
water, and no one could possibly blame me. I feel brilliant.
Day 22
This
morning Jerome and I were sharing breakfast. Cheese and bread for
him. Something crunchy, which I shall refrain from naming, for me.
When suddenly, someone comes storming down the path. Jerome, barely
had time to run off and hide, before Elaine came into sight. Just as
I had planned, her foot struck the ball and it went flying into the
well with a loud splash. Elaine screamed and made a dive but missed
it by inches.
“You
shouldn't leave your toys around.” he told her, feeling a bit
guilty.
“Stop
croaking at me, you disgusting little beast, and save it, now!” she
stormed. I shook my head. There was no way that I was going to fetch
the ball for that kind of behavior.
“I
think not!” I said and leaped after Jerome. Elaine screamed after
me, but I ignored her.
Day 23
The
following morning Elaine was back. She was not quite so cocky as she
had been the previous day.
“You're
invited to dinner.” she said in a coaxing voice.
“No
thanks!” I said. She scowled.
“There
is a little bag of gold for you.” she said, her teeth gritted.
“No
thanks!” I said again. Her face turned red.
“What
do you want?” she stormed.
“A
kiss!” I said.
“Not a
chance!” she screamed, and turned and fled. I rolled my eyes and
sighed. I really should find a more reasonable princess. But then a
more reasonable princess would not be playing with toys, toys were
for babies.
Day 24
Elaine
was back again today. She no longer looked angry, which was a start.
I had decided to relent a bit, because she most certainly was not
ready to kiss me, after all I was a frog.
“Please,
will you fetch my ball for me?” she asked meekly. I was amazed. I
really had not expected her to say please.
“It
would be a pleasure, your highness.” I said, deciding not to push
it. After all she was learning to be polite. Well, I fetched the
ball, and this time she didn't run off. She waited for me to climb
out of the well.
“Thank
you.” she said humbly.
“You
are most welcome.” I replied. She allowed me to walk with her back
to the palace, but did not touch me.
Day 25
I now
live at the palace. The king seems to think I have a good affect on
his daughter. I feel really guilty about steeling the ball. But I
feel even worse, because Jerome is living out in the woods. I went to
see him and tried to make him go home. But since none of my brothers
ever obey me, he said no. Apparently he likes living in the woods
like a common outlaw. Disgusting. But I can hardly say I blame him.
Once he goes home, mother is liable to hook him up with a stiff
proper princess who never smiles.
Day 26
Oh
misery! I thought Elaine was getting better. Well, I must have been
wrong. Today she relapsed, and was worse then ever. She stepped on me
twice. I have been limping since. OUCH! She kicked me once, and set a
plate down on my head twice. I am beginning to be really annoyed. She
refuses to speak to me, except in the frostiest of voices. She treats
me worse then a peasant. I wonder if that was how I used to sound
when I spoke to peasants? I know I could never do it again. It makes
me feel miserable and unloved. I went to complain to Jerome, and he
said we had to try to ball trick again. I said no, because the
princess never visited the well anymore, the ball couldn't just
appear there.
Day 27
Oh no!
Something terrible has happened! Remember what I said about my
brothers never listening to me Well, guess who didn't listen to me
yesterday? Jerome! He tried to steal the ball again and got caught by
a servant. He is currently locked in a storage room. I am very much
afraid that there is nothing I can do. If I tried to explain the
whole thing, no one would believe me. There is also no way that they
would think that Jerome is a prince. He certainly doesn't look like
one any more. I must try to think up a plan to rescue him.
Day 28
I
finally found where the guards were holding Jerome, but it is to late
to rescue him. The king has sent him to prison. I only saw my poor
brother as the guards were dragging him out of the storage room. It
is so frustrating to be stuck in the weak puny shape of a frog and
unable to do a thing to help the wretched boy.
Day 29
I was
tossed out of the palace today. A servant came, picked me up by the
hind legs and tossed me into the woods. Repulsive and rude behavior.
I wonder if Jerome ratted on me? I probably should have confessed
awhile ago. I really am a selfish beast. I can never go home. Mother
would die if she saw that I was a frog, and even if she didn't she
would get a severe heart attack. Hearing about Jerome will totally
finish her. So I will stay at this well and pretend to be a real
frog.
Day 30
Yesterday
I spent so long convincing myself that the only thing to do was mope
for the rest of my life at the well, but now I see that it really is
selfish. My family deserves to know where I am. As for Jerome, father
could probably get him out, and mother of course could hush up the
scandal. The only thing that worries me is that I don't want my
mother telling Elaine or her father that I'm really a prince. Why am
I even worried about these things? Now that I'm a frog, I could just
hop away and live a life a freedom. I could, couldn't I?
Day 31
I'm
still moping at the well. I have to do something, or I shall go quite
mad. But am beginning to understand Elaine. I considered her selfish,
but that is only natural for a princess and only child, with no
mother. But what is my excuse? I am just as selfish, but I got
several brothers, a sister, loving parents- although I'm a frog now-
I still had an ideal family, yet I am just as selfish as poor Elaine.
I believe I owe her an apology. Instead of being an example of
unselfishness, I tried to force her to be nice. Besides I owe it to
Jerome. So I guess I will have to confess the whole thing to Elaine
and her father, including the part about the fairy transforming me.
Humiliating but necessary.
Day 32
I
finally worked up enough nerve to return to the palace today. But
disaster! I arrived just in time to run into a crowd of visitors. Men
in strange armor with loud voices. I left. There is no sense in
speaking to them if they are to busy to listen. How disappointing.
The
rotten soldiers seem to be following me. They are tramping all over
the woods, shouting. I wish they would say something else.
“Princess?”
“Oh
Princess?” Wait a minute, are they calling for Elaine? Is she
missing? What's going on? Why doesn't anyone ever tell frogs
anything? It's most annoying.
Day 33
Today I
sneaked down to the palace to find out what had happened. I was
horrified to discover that Elaine had been kidnapped! If I was a man
I would ride to her rescue! But I am simply a miserable frog!
Day 34
Last
night in occurred to me that I could still try to rescue the princess
even if I am a frog. I have just as much right to rescue her as
anyone else. So I hopped on down to the palace and demanded to see
the king. I asked him what was being done to rescue Elaine. Well,
apparently she was kidnapped by a gang of outlaws and everyone is
afraid of them. The miserable cowards! It should be the required duty
of all knights to rescue damsels in distress. When I told the king
that I would attempt what all his cowards were to afraid to do. He
just stared at me.
“I am
sure his majesty would grant you anything you wish, if you rescue her
highness.” the steward said with a sneer. The king nodded. None of
them had any faith in me, but I didn't care. I knew that I had a
chance, after all I had been trained by the best tutors.
“If I
bring your daughter home, I would like the young thief that tried to
steal the golden ball, to be released into my care.” I said curtly.
“If
you wish.” the king said, looking disinterested. I knew that I
couldn't fail now.
Day 35
I staid
at the palace yesterday, looking over maps. Not that they could
really help me, since everything was a frog's eye view. Today, I
asked to be shown to the armoury. Every knight needs a weapon. I
believe all the palace staff were laughing at me. But I needed to
succeed for Jerome and Elaine's sakes. Anyway, I selected a tiny
dagger, which made a large sword for me. I fixed up the belt so I
could sling the dagger from my back. Putting it around my waist would
have been just ridiculous.
Day 36
I have
left the familiar woods around the well, behind. I already miss it. I
am headed for the North end of the forest. If I recall correctly,
there are many caves and tunnels there. The ideal place to hide
someone. The good news is, as a frog I can hop longer then any man.
Plus I have a nice trail left from a large party of tramping me, that
has just got to be the kidnappers. Being small, makes it easier to
see the trail. Broken blades of grass, cracked twigs, scrapes in the
dirt. Yep, easiest job I ever had to do.
Day 37
I am
almost caught up to my prey. I found their camp and the ashes in the
fire pit, were still warm. Just a little bit longer.
Day 38
I was
caught today. I ran into a group of nasty thugs. I am pretty sure
that they were the back party, who were in charge of discouraging
followers. One of them grabbed me by the leg.
“Who
wants froggy legs for desert?” he jeered.
“Lookie
it out, that un gots a sword, 'e does!” one of his companions
yelped. I drew my sword and slashed through my captor's thumb, he
screamed and dropped me. I stabbed one of his companions in the boot
then dived into the brush to hide. There was to many stamping feet.
But the man whom I had wounded chased and trapped me, then locked me
in his pouch. Foul smelling leather. He took my sword too. The brute
will pay! No one eats me! But at least I'm not weaponless. There is a
needle and a ball of string in the pouch with me.
Day 39
My ugly
captor took me out today and waved a knife in front of my face. I had
never realized, just how sharp a knife could be.
“I'm
eatin' 'im!” he shouted, “Ain't no one gonna stop me!”
“I
will!” I shouted, and slid the needle through a nice patch of
flesh. He screamed. Not sure if it was because I was talking or
because I stabbed him with the needle. The neat thing was that I had
threaded the needle and after pulling the needle through his skin, I
ran it through his jacket. I sewed his hand to his jacket. Neat or
what? I feel really clever. Particularly since he dropped me. This
time I didn't stop hopping until I was deep in the forest.
Day 40
Well,
guess where I am. Lost! I could cry, except that isn't very manly.
Wait, I'm a frog, so I guess it doesn't matter, I don't have to be
manly. Strangely I don't feel like crying any more. But I have to
keep hunting for that rotten trail.
Day 41
I found
the trail again. Looks like my luck has returned. I hopped far into
the night and passed there camp. Now if I just get far enough ahead,
I can set a trap. The only problem is that I might have made a
mistake about where they are going. Also, how is a frog supposed to
set a trap for six grown and especially strong men? Oh well, I will
think of something. I am clever after all. Well, clever for a frog
anyway.
Day 42
It was
nightfall when I hopped into an open window of a hunting shack, found
some rope and brought it to the trail. I know there won't always be a
shack handy to get tools from, but I shall take advantage of it, when
there is.
I
climbed up into a tree, by doing a lot of hopping, bouncing and
detouring. I would do anything for a nice pair of hands. Have you
ever tried to climb a tree, while carrying a rope and tie a knot,
with webbed feet? It's not even half as easy as it sounds, believe
me! I hopped up onto a bush, while carrying one of the rope in my
mouth. From the bush, I hopped to a low hanging branch. I heard that
some kind of frogs live in trees, but I know that is just a bunch of
oily rust! Frogs don't climb! I ought to know! I am a frog! I got up
to the top of the tree, and tied that miserable rope in a sailors
knot, nearly breaking my neck in the process. Once the rope was tied,
I slid down the rope to the ground. Then I pulled it back. Have you
ever tried pulling down the branch of a tree, while being no bigger
then an average kitten? Sure, I was a big frog, but I was only a big
frog, not a giant! Once the snare was set, I collapsed. I was
completely ready to die! And for what? A spoiled rotten princess, who
deserved a spanking!
Day 43
I awoke
to a loud yelled and snapping noise, followed by a massive crunch, as
if something big and smashed into something else and broken. I
blinked, the first streaks of dawn were just appearing on the
horizon. But I hadn't come to admire the sunrise. A massive man was
swinging from one end of my snare, two other massive men were dancing
around him, trying to catch him, I suppose. Three other men had
Elaine, bound and gagged between them. I drew my knife. It was time
to fight. I launched into the air, caught the swinging man by one of
his flailing arms and stabbed at his neck as I swung passed it. There
was a gurgling noise. Red dribbled from his wound. Then I realized
that he had already died. Probably broken his neck when he struck the
tree. What a disappointment! By the time I leaped to the next man,
Elaine's three captors were disappearing into the trees and I was
left with the two big ones.
“Oh
come on!” I grumbled. After all my hard work, all I got was a dead
body and two ruffians to fight.
“Why,
ish a froggy.” one of them slurred.
“Yeah
in ish talking!” the other hooted. He reached down and picked me up
by one leg. My day just wasn't getting any better. I was a good deal
to close to his breath, which smelled like a barrel of very old very
stale bear. Besides, being held by one leg is a painful process. The
one thing useful for being in that humiliating situation was that I
was literally in his face. I stabbed, then went flying through the
air as he bellowed and screamed.
Whoever
the kidnapper was, he should have been ashamed of himself. Who would
be stupid enough to hire three henchmen that were weak enough to be
killed by a frog? I seriously did leave them gasping out their last
breaths in the clearing. I didn't waste much time on sorrow either.
There was a law about drinking in the kingdom! Someone had to punish
the drunks!
Day 44
Guess
where I am today? Right! In the forest chasing the kidnappers again!
If Elaine doesn't kiss me when this is over with, I will do something
drastic! I feel as if I earned my human shape back, twice over! Will
this hunt never end?
Day 45
I am
past the kidnappers again. Sure enough there was no shack waiting for
me at my set ambush place, so I decided to play with fire. I
collected several sharp twigs. Then I stabbed them into the ground,
in a nice little row. Actually it was a long row. I cleared aside the
grass and weeds in thirty foot row. Then I pounded the sharp twigs in
the ground. I also feel like I should mention that I do have a plan
here, I'm just not sharing it! Once all the twigs were set up, a put
try leaves and bits of grass around them, until you couldn't see the
twigs at all. Then I went to one end of the pile, and used two rocks
to get a tiny spark of a fire going. It was a small fire for me, but
it would have been literally invisible to any human. I carefully
tended it, making sure it grew no bigger or smaller. I had a great
plan!
Day 46
Today
the kidnappers caught up to me. I lit the leaves on fire. Immediately
I had a nice row of roaring flames. Unfortunately only one stepped on
it, the other swines managed to turn about, with the princess. My
victim screamed and cursed, while hopping up and down on one foot. I
threw three flaming darts at him. While I was chasing him, the other
two escaped with the princess. What rotten luck. But at least I could
hunt down my victim and administer swift and well deserved
punishments!
Day 47
There
are still two kidnappers to go, and I am exhausted. What I need is a
horse. Well, anything that can carry me. Is Elaine really worth this?
Of course not! What had she ever done for me? If I don't think she is
worth this pain, why am I still following her? Ugh! Why can't I
answer my own questions?
Day 48
Ta Da!
I am now the proud owner of a beautiful reddish stead! The terrible
and dangerous squirrel! It's nice to relax on something soft while
charging through the forest. This time I'm not going to set a trap.
They will be expecting it. This time I am riding into battle, mounted
on my glorious steed. Please don't ask how I caught and tamed this
majestic stead. It's embarrassing and frankly I don't want to share
it! But I hope you are curious now! If frogs could look evil, that's
what I would look like at the moment.
Day 49
The sun
was already high in the sky when I charged up into the kidnappers
camp. The rotten no good sons of peasants had tied Elaine to a tree,
and weren't sharing food with her. She still looked haughty. A pity,
I had this ridiculous hope that she would have changed some. Oh well.
I forced my stead to leap at the nearest lout's face. He screamed
something about rabid squirrels. If I wasn't so busy stabbing at him
with my dagger, I would have covered the squirrel's ears. He was to
young to be hearing that kind of language. Anyway, what with a
squirrel clawing at his face, and my valiant sword stabbing at his
throat, he fell to the ground.
“It's
another possessed frog!” his companion screamed.
“It's
gotta be the same one!” he fallen companion screeched while trying
to shove me away. I hopped off the squirrel. He was doing fine,
ripping chunks out of the man's face. Then I leaped at the other man.
By the time I reached the spot he had been standing, he was long
gone. Racing through the forest for dear life. I raised my sword high
in the air and hopped after him.
Day 50
I
caught up to the man this morning and we battled. He tried to smash
me with a log, but I leaped over it and caught hold of his boot. He
slashed at me with his sword, and cut his own leg. He screamed, and
limped away. I followed, stabbing and shouting at him to surrender.
He wouldn't! By and by, a horseman came by, and hulled the
unfortunate man up beside him and the two of them bolted off. The new
man shouting at the other one, for being an idiot and fighting a
stupid frog.
“I
shall hunt you down, and justice shall be served!” I shouted
grandly after them, then added in a whisper, “Just as soon as I'm a
man again.”
Day 51
By the
time I arrived back in the camp, the other man was long gone. The
squirrel was sitting on its hunches, licking itself like a cat. I
grinned in a froggish sort of way, then patted him.
“You
are free to go.” I said gallantly. He ignored me. So I hopped over
to Elaine. A pity that she had been tied up to the tree for a few
days with nothing to eat. Maybe that would make her more mellow. But
for some reason she didn't look pleased to see me. Oh well, it's not
every day that your typical handsome prince is just a slimy little
frog. Besides I had left her alone, with nothing to eat. Can't say I
blame her much. Although a simple thank you would have done wonders.
“So
you came back?” she croaked. I cut her ropes and let her gorge
herself out of the kidnappers supply wagons.
“Tomorrow
we return you home!” I said, but she was to busy eating to listen.
Day 52
Perhaps
I was wrong about Elaine. Today, when we were setting out, she bent
down and picked me up. Sure, she had a cloth covering her hand, but
she still did it.
“I
never thanked you for rescuing me.” she said humbly, “If you
still want to, you are welcome to come back to the palace.” I
didn't tell her that her father and I had already discussed the
reward.
“That
would be nice!” I said dryly.
“If
you want-” she hesitated and her face turned bright red, “I will
give you that kiss you asked for once before.” I was delighted. One
kiss and would be free. But suddenly it was my turn to hesitate. I
couldn't let her kiss me. That was basically the same thing as
forcing her to marry me. If I turned back into a man, it was proper
protocol that she marry me. What if she really did want to marry
Joseph.
“Thank
you your highness.” I said miserably, “But if you do that you
will regret it, so please don't!” So she didn't.
Day 53
We
arrived back at the palace. The king was overjoyed and promptly had
me knighted. I, being a prince had already been knighted, but it was
the thought that counted. Besides, I couldn't really tell him that I
was a knight. He probably wouldn't believe me anyway. I am feeling
rather bitter. Perhaps I should have asked for that kiss after all.
Day 54
Jerome
was released today. Since my every wish was granted these days. I
insisted he be given clothes fit for a prince and a bath. Phew! He
smelled terrible after rotting in the dungeon for so long. I think
some of the servants are beginning to event wild stories about
Jerome, because I wouldn't satisfy anyone's curiosity by telling them
why I was patronizing him. Elaine has been really nice to me. A
little too nice. I'm beginning to be uncomfortable.
Day 55
Ugh! I
know, Elaine thought she was being nice, and generous. She is really
trying to be kind, but I really didn't want sleep in her room. She
literally had a silken pillow set up for me in the corner of her
room. I'm not sure what is a nice way to say it, but NO WAY! I got
out of it by saying I preferred the balcony. I get plenty of fresh
air that way. I hope Elaine won't be to embarrassed when I return to
my true form. That is if I do.
Day 56
I was
playing fetch with Elaine and her golden ball, in the garden, when it
occurred to me that I am nothing but a house pet! I was so shocked by
this that, I rushed off without an explanation. Tonight I plan on
staying at the well. This whole experience is just getting to
awkward. Besides, I just realized something. I love Elaine! Staying
at the palace isn't fair to either of us. I can use the pet
experience as an excuse to leave.
Day 57
I awoke
this morning, cramped and uncomfortable for sleeping outside after
spending so many nights on a silken pillow. By the edge of the well,
was a golden plate and cup. Both were filled with my favorite
delicacies. Not flies! I ate the food and drank the wine. But didn't
go back to the palace.
Day 58
Jerome
and Elaine came down to the well today. I was surprised that the king
would let his daughter hang around in the company of a notorious
criminal like Jerome. Elaine looked sad and sat down on a rock.
Jerome headed straight for my camp. I wished I could throttle him,
but of course my webbed hands were to small. He crouched down next to
me.
“I'm
off home!” he whispered.
“About
time!” I retorted. He gestured at the princess.
“I
told her, that I would bring her to you. She wants to talk to you.”
he said. I scowled.
“Why
did you do that?” I demanded, “I was comfortable-” Jerome stood
up, so I shut up. He obviously wasn't listening.
“You
can come on over.” he said, then strode off into the trees.
Elaine
picked up her skirts and scurried over to me. I crossed my arms,
which probably looked ridiculous, considering that I was a frog.
“You
are mad at me, aren't you?” she said softly.
“Why
did you come down here with him?” I asked jerking my head in
Jerome's direction.
“I
don't think he is dangerous!” she said crossly, “If anything he
is a sweet little boy.” I rolled my eyes. Jerome would have thrown
a royal tantrum if he heard that.
“He
ought to be, he has six older brothers!” I said before I could stop
myself. She stared at me strangely. I started coughing.
“You
left because I was treating you like a lap dog!” she accused,
luckily dropping the subject of Jerome and his family.
“Er-
more or less.” I said vaguely.
“Please
come back!” she pleaded, “You are so much more then a lapdog! You
are a friend!” I hesitated. That wasn't exactly what I wanted to
be. I shook my head. I couldn't go back.
“Tomorrow!”
I blurted out. Mentally, I kicked myself. Why had I told her that.
But she looked pleased.
“I
will come back tomorrow to fetch you!” she said, then turned and
ran back in the direction of the palace. I cursed myself for a twice
cursed idiot, and wondered if I should be long gone by morning.
Day 59
Curse
me for a weak idiot! Yes, I was still at the well in the morning. I
tried to tell myself to stop waiting and leave. When I finally galled
myself into starting, I was going so slow, that a grandmother snail
with her house, all her grandchildren and their houses, on her back
could have overtaken me. Yes, I'm a fool! Living at the palace is a
really bad idea!
Suddenly,
I heard this shuffling noise in the leaves. Whoops! To late! Might as
well not go not! Was what I was thinking. That is until I turned
around. You would never believe who it was! Guessed wrong! It was not
Elaine! But rather a tiny little girl! Sheesh! Where did that come
from?
“Foggy?”
she calls and shuffles towards me. A strange terrified sensation
entered my heart. Little children and animals do not mix! Anyone can
tell you that! If that child got her paws on me- squish- I would
literally be as good as dead. With one great hop I leaped over the
well. Two more hops and I was leaving her in the dust.
Splash!
The sound literally stopped my heart! The surprised screams that
followed, literally stopped everything else. I felt so stiff and
frozen as I awkwardly shuffled around. The child was in the well, of
course, where else would she be when there was no one but yours truly
to rescue her. She was splashing about and drowning! What really bad
mother let her midget down here in the first place? Well, I couldn't
let her drown, but I was to small to pull her out. What was I
supposed to do? Well, I thought of everything in one split second.
Actually, I made it up as I went along.
I
hopped into a tree, grabbed hold of one end of a vine and dived into
the well. I found the drowning child and wrapped one end around her.
It was work, believe me. She kicked, struggled and generally
swallowed more water then I would have though possible. But in spite
of these discomforts, I secured her. She was now stuck. Her nose was
just above the water line. Not the best of positions, but a lot
better then drowning. The next thing to do was go to the palace and
find help.
“Princess?”
a high pitched voice of an old woman screeched. I jumped. I had been
so busy with my work that I had not heard these nurse come down the
path.
“Ma-am?”
I began. She hardly noticed me.
“Princess
Vianna?” she screamed and rushed to the well. So this was the nurse
that let the child wander off. If it was my daughter, I would have
had the woman fired instantly in disgrace. But at least she was there
to rescue the child. Of course I got no thanks at all as the nurse
untangled the child and rushed her, dripping in the direction of the
palace. Then it occurred to me, that if Vianna was a princess, then
she was probably Elaine's sister. I felt a little put out. How come
no one told me she had a sister?
I was
settling down for the night, when Elaine came. I felt awkward. I had
totally forgot about telling her that I would go back to the palace
today. What with the excitement of almost witnessing a drowning and
taking a hand in the rescue, I had completely forgotten. Well,
anyway, Elaine got right down on her knees in the mud.
“That
would be your dress, you're ruining!” I pointed out. She ignored
me, which I found weird. Instead she picked me up in her bare hands
and kissed me! Weird! I can't say I've ever experienced a kiss in
human form, but it was not anything like I expected it to be.
Suddenly,
a tremor ran through me and I leaped into the air. Elaine made a grab
and we both went tumbling into the pond! To my complete dismay I
realized that I couldn't breathe underwater. What a fine time to
change back into a man. I splashed to the surface, and shook my
reddish blond hair out of my eyes. About this time Elaine started
screaming. I dragged myself out of the well. How could I have ever
found that water comfortable? It was cold, dark and deep. I shivered
and wished I had a cloak. My clothes were thin dinner garments, now
sopping wet. They had not been made to get wet or wear after the sun
went down. I pulled Elaine out of the water. She had stopped
screaming and was staring at me with an incredulous look on her face.
“My
name is Jaden!” I said, and started sneezing.
“Did I
just kiss you?” she asked, her eyes narrowing, “Or was it a frog?
Are you a frog? Or were you a frog? I am so confused!”
Day 60
Well,
the king is happy. His daughter is getting married. Apparently he had
trouble finding her a suitable groom. Plus I guess he thought it was
a bonus, that I turned out to be a prince. Yes, I am marrying Elaine.
I suppose she is happy that I am willing to marry her after having
seen her at her worst. We were eating breakfast this morning in the
sun room. I was feeling uncomfortable not being able to flick my
tongue in and out at juicy pieces when there was a flash and the
fairy appeared. Elaine stood up and curtsied politely.
“How
are you my dear?” the fairy asked her.
“Fine
thank you, and you?” Elaine said politely.
“Beautiful!”
the fairy cooed, “I just knew that if the two of you met you could
cure each other!” she said.
“Huh?”
both Elaine and I chorused.
“I
just explained to Justin that he wasn't really cursed a few days ago,
and a couple weeks before that I explained the same thing to James.”
the fairy said, as she turned towards me. My eyes narrowed. “Now
I'm explaining to you, that you would have eventually changed back
with or without a kiss!”
“You're
invited to our wedding!” I said icily, as I took Elaine's hand.
“Since you did help set in motion the events that led to our
meeting, you of course will always be welcome!” I didn't really
mean that, it was just a polite thing to say. The fairy nodded.
“Well
then my dears, I'm off to help Joseph learn to think about others.”
She vanished.
“He's
your brother isn't he?” Elaine said as she glanced at me. I nodded.
The king laid down his fork.
“That
little thief was your brother as well, wasn't he?” he accused me,
“You were using my daughter to help you get what you wanted! You
are so wretched!” I shrugged. I saw no sense in trying to explain
everything to him.
“To
bad, I'm still marrying her!” I said. Elaine smiled at me.
To Be
Continued
With
The
Diary of Rapunzel's Prince
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