Stan had lived on the lily pad for as long as he could remember.
As the years passed more and more young frogs, found they were being kissed and turned into handsome princes Stan maintained his belief that one-day he too might transform into the handsome prince he knew lay beneath the warty exterior of his aging self.
He couldn’t quite remember the circumstances that bought him to the pond. Time he found was like that, it took on a form where the present was all that mattered, the yesterdays faded but not the desire for he was sure he had once enjoyed a much more luxurious life, if not dryer than his present one.
Day in and day out he sat in the pond watching the world go by. Beautiful princesses came and went, his neighbourhood princes were selected and disappeared into the realm of the humans, and Stan…
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