An explorer found a frog sitting on a rock.
“Kiss me, traveler,” the frog said, “and I shall become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The explorer laughed. “What rubbish. You wish to make me look foolish!”
“Ok, I lied,” the frog said. “Can’t talking frogs be lonely, too?”
This is the fifth in a week-long series from King Kool.
A friar discovered a talking frog.
“Kiss me and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The friar complied and the frog became a beautiful princess before his eyes.
They returned to his home. “Let us celebrate. What would you like to dine on?”
The princess responded, “Flies.”
This is the fourth in a week-long series from King Kool.
A knight discovered a talking frog.
“Kiss me, and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The knight immediately complied and the frog transformed into a woman of average pulchritude. “I’m sorry for lying,” she said, “but you’d never have kissed me if I said I was plain.”
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A squire found a talking frog.
“Kiss me and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The squire did so and the frog transformed into a princess, just as promised. The pair went into town to wed. The ceremony was interrupted when they kissed and she changed back.
This is the second in a week-long series from King Kool.
A starving peasant found a frog. “Kiss me, and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The peasant obeyed and she transformed into a princess. “Now I’ll have plenty to eat,” he said.
“I can’t cook,” the princess confessed.
“If that’s true, then I’ll just have you raw.”
This is the first in a week-long series from King Kool.
First, she wrote, in big, bold letters, “Fred versus Charlie”. Then she drew two intersecting circles. Where the circles intersected, she wrote the word “Male”.
Really, that was all they had in common.
Fred was a werebear, and Charlie was a vampire. How would she choose?
She flipped a coin.
Randy burst through the door. “Mandy, do you only love me for my money?!”
Mandy looked up from her fashion magazine, startled. “What? No! Honey! I love you for your… well, for your eyes!”
Randy sank into his chair stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. “Oh, phew.”
Mandy gripped her eye-socket spoon.
“I’m going to kick you in the face!”
Jeffrey was being accosted by the class bully again. He rolled his eyes. “How are you gonna do that? You can’t get your foot above your waist.”
“Then I’m gonna punch you in the face!”
“Oh,” said Jeffrey. “I guess that’ll work.”
“Do you have any idea how fast you were driving back there?”
“I have a rough idea…”
“Seventy-five miles an hour.”
“Really? Wow, I’m so sorry…”
“Now, either I can give you a five-hundred-dollar ticket for speeding, or you can tell me what the heck you’ve done to that tricycle.”
“Can you help me?”
“Sure miss. With what?”
“Oh, you’re so kind. You can put all of the money from the cash register into this bag.”
“I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because that bag isn’t big enough. Here, let me get you a bigger one.”
JP originally submitted this story for the Mere 50 Words contest, and also wrote this story.