Frog kissing story. It could be yours story to.

ByAndrzej
Frog kissing

Many of us know the story: a Prince sets out on a journey, meets a mysterious frog, and after a kiss, she transforms. Together, they find happiness.
I enjoy this story as well, though I notice there are other ways it could unfold.
The Prince had been searching for love and happiness for a long time. He was tired and hungry, traveling alone and wishing for companionship. Then he heard a voice—gentle, comforting, and inviting. It was everything he had been missing. He did not mind that she was a frog. He remembered the story of beauty hidden in an unexpected form.
From here, the story can take different paths. You can choose which one feels right.
A. He kissed her, and she became a princess. They lived together, and happiness stayed with them.
B. He was so tired that he fell asleep before the kiss. When he woke up, he heard her speaking, this time to another traveler.
C. He kissed her, and she became a crocodile. The Prince was no longer there.
D. Or perhaps none of these feel right. You can imagine your own ending. 
ByAndrzej

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