She Kissed A Prince and He Turned Into A Frog

Every night. Every single night she sat across from the man called husband and watched his disgusting dinner display. Every bite that entered his mouth swirled and mashed as he talked incessantly of complaints of the food.

Melancholy she thought 'I married a Prince so why am I faced with this toad?'

She had requested the chef all the dishes she could think of, if only to save her stomache from the sights in his mouth. Soups were spat and dribbled. Roasted meat was torn and ganwed. Desserts were sticky and dripping.

Her ears and eyes suffered through it all. Finally one night as he began his tirade he froze. She watched her husband begin to stutter and bluster "What..?" he gestured to his plate in panic. His face turned purple and he clasped his neck he choked and dropped down to his plate.

She grabbed her napkin and wiped the smile and food from her lips.

"Frogs Legs my dear"