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My 75-year-old Dad was taking his daily walk through the park when he heard a tiny voice calling to him. “Hey, mister! Psst, 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!”
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