The Talking Frog

My 75 year old Dad was taking his daily walk through the park when he heard a tiny voice calling to him.

- Hey, mister! Pssst, mister!

Dad looked all around, and spotted a little frog sitting in the grass looking up at him.

- Hey mister - said the frog.

- A wicked witch cast a spell on me, and turned me into an ugly frog. If you'll just kiss me I'll turn back into a beautiful princess and be forever grateful.

Dad reached down, picked up the frog, put it in his pocket, and proceeded to walk on. The frog called out to him again:

- Hey! Didn't you hear me? I said if you'll kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess and be forever grateful.

Dad replied:

- I heard you, but at my age, I'd rather just have a talking frog!