Bitter wind tossed the grass. That day, the Princess came out to kiss the toad.
The toad waited on a black rock. He spoke in a voice like fungus.
“I am ready to change, Highness.”
In a voice like torn silk, the Princess replied.
“I am not prepared. But it must happen.”
Toad said “Observe the scene. There is something of Eden about it.”
The Princess said “More like Gethsemane. Come, let’s be done with this.”
Soft lips met grey warts. The change happened.
Later, in the palace, the queen wrung her hands, the king wept. Shocked servants hid in corners.
The King said “How could we have let this occur?”
The Queen said “If only we’d been paying attention.”
It was too late, they agreed.
Outside in the swamps, the water laughed.