The Playhouse
Like the old woman who swallowed a fly, the past wriggled and wiggled and jiggled inside her, perhaps she'll die. It would be a relief. But, first, she needs to find the frog prince. She imagines that while he was once a common or garden frog, he is probably a sharper, sleeker, genetically modified super frog who is smarter and dangerous and no amount of kissing will turn him in to the prince in her stories.
The Playhouse 
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