The Frog & The Princess – Part 1

It was a beautiful February morning in the Kingdom and the snow lay glistening  in swathes of crisp white blankets over the sleeping meadows.  Princess Penelope was in a getting things done mood.  She had counted all the spare buttons, reupholstered the padding on her dragons bed and was now turning her attention to the guttering.

“Oh Bob” she said as she turned to face her faithful companion, her little frog Bob.

“No matter how tall I make myself I can’t see the top of the tower!”

She was standing on her tiptoes, and straining to see something she couldn’t. Her frog Bob sat quietly and listened intently.

“Right!” she said.  “There’s only one thing for it!”

Penelope stormed off towards the shed, and after thrashing about for a few minutes came out again.

“voilà” she cried triumphantly.

She held aloft a strange contraption and was wiggling it about her head as she marched back to where the frog sat.

“Now then, sit still” she said.

Princess Penelope took Bob in her hands, and laid him gently onto the little leather pouch, connected by a piece of elastic to the contraption. Before he could make a sound, Penelope pulled back the leather pouch and pinged with all her might. The catapult projected the tiny unsuspecting frog skyward with eye watering velocity.

“Well?”

Princess Penelope blinked in the morning sunshine as she peered upwards to where the frog lay spread eagled and petrified on the pointy turet.

“What can you see?  Is the gutter blocked?”

Bob did not know what a gutter was.  He shuffled around until he was facing downwards, staring incredulously at Princess Penelope.

“Oh Bob!”she cried, “come back down – you’ve forgotten the camera!”

Bob came back down, not because he had forgotten the camera, but because his tiny webbed feet gave up and he just slid off the turret and down into Princess Penelope’s waiting skirt tales.

“There’s a good chap” she said patting him gently.

Bob was overjoyed and relieved beyond measure. 

This however was short lived, as a few moments later he was pinged back out of the catapult, and hurtled skywards with an iPhone strapped to his back.

                                                         The End