An old man was walking through a park one day when he heard a woman’s voice calling for help.
He turned around, but there was only a frog sitting at the edge of a pond.
“Help me,” said the frog.
“I must be going mad,” the man said.
“You’re not going mad,” said the frog. “I was the one who asked for help. I used to be a beautiful young princess but a witch put a spell on me.”
The man picked up the frog. “A spell? How can I help you?”
“A kiss on the mouth is the only way to break the spell,” said the frog. “If you kiss me, I’ll turn back into a princess. I could make you feel young again. I could be your wife. Will you kiss me?”
“A wife?” the old man put the frog in his pocket. “At my age, I’d rather have a talking frog.”