Thousand: Four Hundred Ninety-Seven

I could fall in.” So the frog clambered across the spongy weeds at the water’s edge and hop hop hopped to the side of the princess who so delighted him. The frog closed his eyes and opened his mouth, his tongue lolling. Velma shook her head. “No,” she said. “This isn’t a good place. If you were to transform into a prince, it wouldn’t look good. You’d probably be naked, for one thing, and for another, how would we explain it, you just suddenly showing up in the middle of the garden, chatting up the king’s favorite daughter. They’d drive