the princess on the frog

in the time that i still could dream, i dreamed once of a princess, that i liked very much. and see, the pea under the feather-lite matras on wich the princess slept felt down on the very fertile soil, the earthsoil, that always carries fruit for the descendents, because the four poster bed, in wich she dreamed was of cause situated midden in nature and because is was a dream of a princess, the pea began to take root, yes the pea was fallen in very fertile soil, not that there were immediately string-beans (in duth princess-beans) born, for that you need stille a cross-pollination, no because it was a dream the pea began to grow to the light above.

so blooms and grews the peaplant quickly aloft, further and further and reached in short time the sky. under on the basis of the plant sat a frog a bewitched little prince (who else is the right person for a princess?) to croack loud at his magnificent princess. please take me with you in your four poster bed oh lovely princess, so that i can you take to heaven. and the frog began his long journey upstairs along the papillonaceous flowers that abundantly grew along the peaplant. also the frog made croachy noises as would he splash in the pond with his princess.

the princess was touched because she thought that the frog maybe could be a bewitched prince (who never had heard of of that fairytale?) she bent forward to the papillonaceous flowers in that way that her delightful breasts were exposed as mature fruits and lifted the frog with a kind gesture into the four poster bed, but not before she had kissed the frog on his cold nose, because he persist to say, take me with you, take me with you, take me. and see suddenly the frog changed in a beautifull young and little prince. he kissed his so beloved princess and they lived as long as the dream.