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That's another good one...the physical description of the prince reminds me very much of my hubby...lol Beryl x

Brilliant :o)

The Frog Prince Once there was a young princess who, when she grew tired of beating her head against the male power structure at her castle, would relax by walking into the woods and sitting beside a small pond. She would amuse herself by tossing her golden ball up and down and pondering the role of the eco-feminist warrior in her era. One day, while she was dreaming of the utopia that her queendom could become if women were in the positions of power, she dropped the ball, which rolled into the pond. It was so deep and murky she couldn’t see it. She didn’t cry, of course, but she made a mental note to in future be more careful. Suddenly she heard a voice say, “I can get your ball for you princess”. She looked round and there was a frog in the pond. “No, no, I would never enslave a member of another species to work for my selfish desires”. “Lets make a deal on a contingency basis” said the frog. “I’ll get the ball if you do me a favour”. The princess agreed. The frog retrieved the ball. “Now I’d like to explore your views on physical attraction between the species” said the frog. “You see, I am not a frog at all. I am a man, but an evil sorcerer cast a spell on me. While my frog form is no better or worse, only different, than my human form, I would like to be among people again. You have to break this spell by giving me a kiss”. She thought for a moment about whether sexual harassment could take place between species but her heart went out to the frog and his predicament. She bend down and kissed the frog on his forehead. Instantly he grew and changed, and there before here was a man in a golf shirt and loud plaid trousers, middle aged, vertically challenged, and losing a bit of hair on top. She was taken aback. “I’m sorry if this sounds a little classist,” she said “but what I mean to say is… don’t sorcerers usually cast their spells on princes?” “Ordinarily, yes” he said, “but this time the target was just an innocent businessman. Actually I’m a real estate developer, and the sorcerer thought I was cheating in a property dispute. He invited me for a game of golf and as I was about tee off, he transformed me. “But my time as a frog wasn’t wasted. I got to know every square inch of these woods and they would make and ideal office/property/resort/share complex. The location is great and the numbers add up perfectly. The bank wouldn’t lent money to a frog, but now I am human again they will be eating out of my hand”. The princess pushed the golden ball back into his mouth and held him under the water until he stopped thrashing. As she walked back to the castle, she marveled at the number of good deeds that a person could do in just one morning. And while someone might have noticed that the frog was gone, no one ever missed the real estate developer.

Hi, Thought it was quite funny myself. Just imagining me reading that to my grandchildren. They would think I was completely off my trolley! One is six and the other two and a half and they know the proper story. Out of the mouths of babes strikes a cord. Got lots more. One isn't as long so will type it up and put it on. The Frog Prince me thinks. Aileen xxx

I think 'porcinistas' is such a good word! lol Trouble is I can't think when I could use it. Beryl x

Brilliant! Gave me a laugh. :-)

The Three Little Pigs (aaahhh) Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area, they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay and creeper vines shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self determination. Buy their idyll was soon shattered. On day, along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry, in both a physical and an ideological sense. When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” The pigs shouted back, “Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture.” But the wolf wasn’t to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The pigs ran to the house of sticks with the wolf in pursuit. Where the house of straw had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation. At the house of sticks, the wolf shouted, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” The pigs shouted back, “Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!” The wolf chuckled, and thought to himself “They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to see them go, but progress cannot be stopped”. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs rang to the house of bricks, with the wolf close behind. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time share resort complex for holidaying wolves, with each unit a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling, and dolphin shows. At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” This time in response the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations. The wolf by now was getting very angry at the pigs’ refusal to see the situation from the carnivore’s point of view. So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods. The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. There next step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care, and affordable housing for everyone. Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of this story.

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