The frog princess did not have to wait long. A little boy came along and kissed almost before she knew she was a frog.
“Whoa, cool,” the boy said.
“You are my betrothed now,” she said.
“What’s a betrothed?”
“We will be married.”
The boy scrunched up his nose. “Ew, gross!”
But rules were rules. She took him to the castle where the magician had made her into a frog. He seemed impressed by all of it.
“I didn’t think castles still existed,” he said.
“Well, of course they do.”
She held his tiny hand and they made their way to the magician, who, though evil enough to make a woman into a frog, refused to wed her to her prince.
“But he is the one who kissed me,” she said.
“Seriously? He’s a child,” the magician said.
“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m sullied.”
“I don’t know. Live your life? See the world a little? Maybe kiss someone who isn’t a child before getting betrothed to anyone?”