edward's blog: "Ed's Place "

An old was walking in the woods one day. It was a beautiful day and perfect for a nice walk in the forest. He stopped to rest for a minute and heard a tiny voice say, "Old man, old man, please pick me up."

Well, the old man looked everywhere for the person talking to him. He could not find anyone. He took another step and the voice spoke to him again, "Old man, old man, down here in the leaves. I'm down here by your feet. Please pick me up."

The old man looked down and saw a small frog. He thought, this can't be where the voice is coming from. I must be imagining this.

The frog spoke again, "It is me old man speaking to you. I am a frog. Please pick me up."

Now, the old man thought he was really not feeling well. The frog could not be the source of the voice.

The frog spoke again, "Please pick me up. Yes, I am a frog, please pick me up."

The old man reached down into the leaves and picked up the small frog. He still could not quite believe this.

The frog spoke again, "Old man, if you kiss me I will turn into a beautiful princess and stay with you the rest of your life."

Well, the old man, he looked over the frog quite closely. He looked all around the forest to see if he was alone. He moved his face quite close to the frog and then he put the  frog in his pocket.

As the old man continued down the forest path he mumbled, "I'd rather have a talking frog any day."