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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Importance of Being Earnest (not about the play) (08/04/11)

TITLE: FROG
By Linda Goergen
08/09/11


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“Why did I do it?” she cried, her tears dripping in the park pond, distorting her watery twin into a disgusting image that was to her, more real than her beauty.

Trying to will her body to relax, she unclenched her fist, realizing it had still held the award. She took it, ripped it to shreds, then threw it into the dirtiest looking part of the pond.

She watched the pieces, hoping they would sink into a hole that would open to hell. She fell to the ground, exhausted, wondering again how she had let a poem steal peace from her soul.




Suddenly from fog she just realized was there, appeared a big, weird frog. It hopped over and stared into her eyes.

“Hello”

She didn’t answer, so the frog spoke again. “Hello”

“That cannot be you speaking” she said looking around, wondering if her sin had now driven her mad. “Frogs do not talk”

“Well, I do and I was wondering...do you find me handsome?”

She heard a loud, disturbing laugh and realized it was her! More proof that she had lost her mind.

So she lashed out in an insane kind of voice, “Handsome, no, you’re not handsome. I have learned today, the importance of being earnest and so the truth is you’re NOT handsome, not even for a frog! In fact you’re gross, like a sickly green pickle with legs, mouth and eyes. In fact, I’d call you uniquely ugly!”

The frog, sat quietly staring at her a long while before speaking again, while she sat trying to recall her breakdown. Conversing with a frog seemed proof!

Finally the frog spoke, “So you now think being cruel a virtue tied to being sincere?”

“Well...no!” she said, regretting her bitter words as she looked into his sorrowful eyes, even if she truly believed him a figment of some drug being administered to her on the mental ward. “I’m sorry; it is I that is ugly, not you!”

“You’re beautiful” answered the frog.

“No I’m not” she screamed “I’m ugly inside, where it really counts! But, I’m sorry and want to change!”

“You will” said the frog “In fact, you are changing”

“I sure am” she whispered “going nuts!”

“No” said the frog “You’re learning the folly of self-reliance...and the punishment...”

She groaned, “STOP! Punishment is to kiss you, right? NO WAY! Remember, I’m a self-serving fraud, not a princess! Kissing you won’t change anything, but hopefully I’ll soon realize you’re a mere picture on some orderly’s uniform!”

“and that there’s always a price...” the frog continued on before she interrupted him...

“OKAY! STOP! I’LL KISS YOU!” she shouted, puckering her lips toward the aggravating frog.

Suddenly the frog was kissing her back, excessively, over and over, drowning her in wet, slimy kisses, as she heard “Prince, Prince, PRINCE” dance across her mind and the sound of the words seemed to turn to light...




...as she awoke, reality filling her senses, looking straight into the eyes of a golden lab, lavishing her with dog kisses! She sat up as the dog’s owner arrived.

“I am so sorry!” he said “usually Prince is better behaved; I don’t know what got into him!”

She froze seeing the handsome boy standing there, saying “Sorry...Oh wow, you’re the girl that plagiarized my poem”

“PLEASE” she cried out, “FORGIVE ME! I have asked Jesus, now I beg you! When I found the poem folded inside a thrift store book, I had nothing prepared. It was perfect, so I lied to myself that it wouldn’t hurt if I used it, it was forgotten there, no one would know. But God knew! I was not happy when I won! Then afterward, when you privately told me it was yours and could prove it, I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran! I’m so ashamed and going to tell the truth, make sure you get credit!”

The dog licked her again as the boy said “ How can I not forgive you, the Prince of Peace forgives you, my Prince here forgives you...AND...I was afraid to enter my poem, I was going to tell you that when you ran!”

“Nevertheless” she said, “I have to publically face what I did to gain peace!”

“That’s gonna be harsh!” he said.

“I know” she whispered, “but it’s the price...SAY, HEY - do you believe there could be frog angels?

“Frog? What?” he said.

Then, seemingly from nowhere she heard…remember …F-R-O-G, Forever Rely On God


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darlene hight08/11/11
beautifully written! A delightful read
Janice Fitzpatrick08/11/11
I liked the descriptions and abstract comparisons. Well done!
Camille (C D) Swanson 08/12/11
That was a good story! I enjoyed it. Nice ending! God Bless~
Noel Mitaxa 08/12/11
While she may have felt like a "toadal" disaster, I enjoyed the fun you have had with this. It reminds me fo the frog who told a beautiful girl: "Kiss me and I'll turn into a handsome prince."
"How can I be sure you'll be handsome?" she asked.
The frog replied: "Any girl who goes around kissing frogs can't be all that fussy!"
Well done.
Andrea Willard 08/13/11
Favored her forgiven state. So like Jesus to allow choices that have to be righted by kissing our present consequences in the face in the sight of God. Well done.