Picking up the frog between her forefinger and thumb, she carried him to her room and unceremoniously dumped him in a corner. She balked once again, until the king ordered her to follow through on her promises.
The princess had lost her appetite.Īfter eating, the frog demanded to be taken to her room so he could sleep. Unwillingly, she pushed her plate near the frog so he could eat, which he did with gusto. The frog followed her to the table where she refused to let him up until the king ordered her to follow through on her promises. The king told her that if she had promised these things to the frog, then she must follow through on her promises, and he ordered her to let the frog in. She told her father the story, and the knocking came again, the frog calling to her through the door. At least there are precedents for giants at the door. “Is there a giant standing at the door ready to carry you away?” he asked. When her father, the king, saw the look on his daughter’s face, he asked her what she was so afraid of. When she opened it and saw the frog, she slammed the door shut and ran back to her seat, quite shaken. The next day, while the princess was at table, there was a knock at the door and a voice crying, “Youngest King’s daughter, let me in!” The princess got up to see who was at the door. The forgotten frog croaked vainly after her. Overjoyed, the princess immediately ran off toward the castle. A frog as her companion? Indeed!ĭeal made, the frog dove under the water and shortly returned with her ball. The princess immediately promised all, thinking to herself that there was no way he could possibly do those things. The frog asked her to love him, have him as her companion, let him sit by her at table, eating from her plate and drinking from her cup, and let him sleep in her bed. (Perhaps if the princess had read Ovid, she would know better than to make such a foolish, open-ended promise.) She offered him anything she had to give-anything at all. The frog told the girl he could retrieve her beloved ball and asked what she would give him in exchange. She heard a voice asking what was wrong and saw a frog poking his ugly head out of the water. She began to cry and cry (which is also a legitimate way to pass time). The well was deep, deeper than the princess could fathom, and her golden ball was lost forever. One day, the golden ball dropped and fell into the well instead of into the girl’s hands. On hot days, she liked to go sit near a cool well on the edge of a dark wood by the castle, take out her favorite plaything-a golden ball-and pass time by throwing it in the air and catching it again. Once upon a time, there was a princess who was so beautiful that even the sun, who saw everything, was bemused by her beauty every time he shone down upon her.
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