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Me and a Talking Frog

By Jeremy Gulley

When I say I feel like I’m getting old, I know many people, those older than me for example, will laugh and say I have no idea what I’m talking about.

But I do know what I’m talking about. I feel like I’m getting old. My hair is going away, many of my students were born after I graduated high school, and can’t seem to remember things like I used to. The most obvious change, though, are my priorities.

Sunday during my morning walk I came upon a frog. It was sitting in the grass by the curb, and I stepped to the side so I didn’t startle it. As I walked by, though, I heard a voice telling me to stop.

I stood in the road and looked around but I didn’t see anyone. Then I heard the voice again, “down here, down here,” it said. I looked down at the frog and it hopped toward me. “Pick me up,” it said.

Hesitant but curious, I bent down and lifted the frog in my cusped hands. I lifted the frog to my face, examining it intently. “Did you say something,” I asked.

“I did,” replied the frog. “I’m a rich princess and an evil witch put a spell on me. Unless a handsome man kisses me, I’ll stay a frog forever. If you kiss me, I’ll turn back into a beautiful princess and we’ll live happily ever after together.”

I stared at the frog, contemplating my options. Then I put the frog in my pocket and continued my walk.

From my pocket I heard the frog yelling for me so I pulled her back out. “What?” I asked.

“Didn’t you hear me,” she said, “if you kiss me I’ll turn into a beautiful princess and we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Oh, I heard you,” I said, “but at this stage of my life I think it would be cooler to have a talking frog.”

 

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