Flash Fiction #605 -- The New Frog (Drabble)

 

A new frog turned up in the pond on a July morning. He simply plopped into the water and began bouncing around, startling everything nearby.

"Sit down in the mud!" several frogs shouted.  "Be still or you'll get us all killed!"

"I can't be a frog!" he shouted.

"Looks like a frog."

"Sounds like a frog."

"Jumps like a frog."

"You might as well accept it, son. You are now a frog. Ask the others about your chances of once again becoming a rich and handsome prince."

He looked around, his frog eyes bulging. "Well, damn," he said.  "And ribbit."