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Topic: ENVY (jealousy of another’s advantage) (02/12/15)
- TITLE: It Started With a KIss...
By Noel Mitaxa
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At one break in the reeds, this carpet extended to the green tufts of grass beside a path that meandered out of the forest and paused, before continuing its haphazard course.
A popular spot for young lovers to dally and for young hopefuls to daydream.
Here at the water’s edge, stooping over her reflection, was young Hildegarde. Hopeful in the extreme. Lost in the solitude of her wistfulness; her longing to suffer no longer the teasing of all the other girls in the village because of her poverty.
“Ahem!” a loud, raucous rasp ruptured her reverie.
She spun around, but there was nobody there. Her gaze quickly returned to the water’s stillness.
“Ahem again!” Raucousness returned. Not from behind her, but from right in front of her.
Hildegarde gasped. For she suddenly saw a huge frog.
He smiled at finally being acknowledged.
“No-one else has helped me,” he said, “but if you kiss me I’ll turn into a handsome prince.”
Her brow furrowed. “How can I be sure you’ll be handsome?”
“How fussy can you be if you’d go around kissing frogs?” came the reply. “But what have you got to lose?” He sat up and poised his fingers as if counting. “Loneliness? Bad hair? Frumpy clothes?”
Pursing her lips in a less-than-passionate pucker, she leaned forward and screwed her eyes tightly shut as she felt her mouth brush against the top of his head…
A flash of light and a crash of thunder thrust her back onto the grass, as her mind threw out the welcome mat to a mass of confusion. What have I done? What’s happening? If anybody finds out, I’m sure to be Kermit-ted!
She opened her eyes. There was no frog.
Then she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
She turned slowly, hoping against hope, and looked into the eyes of most handsome man she had ever seen. Tall, elegant, immaculately dressed and, with a gentle depth in his tone, obviously a prince.
He took her hand and kissed it. “Thank you for rescuing me,” he whispered, pulling her towards him in a tender embrace. “You must be my bride, for no-one else wanted to help me as a frog.”
He took her home to his palace, where he introduced her to his parents. They fell I love with her because of her kindness, and arranged a wedding that was the talk of the ages.
And back in Hildegarde’s little village, an epidemic of warts broke out among all the girls who been so cruel to her. For they were so filled with envy over her that they took to kissing every frog they could find.
Author’s note. This is not a true story, but to briefly put on my preacher’s hat… God calls us – and equips us– to touch people by his grace and release them into the royalty he has designed for them to be part of his royal forever family...
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