A kiss will decide the fate of a prince, a princess, and two kingdoms. This time-honored tale as never before told. If you liked the Brothers Grimm story, you'll love the novella. Rediscover the enchanting tale of "The Frog Prince" today!
Award-winning author Mike Klaassen began writing fiction when his sons were teenagers. His first two books were young-adult action-adventure novels influenced by his experience as a Kansas farm boy and as a Scoutmaster. A visit to the site of the Battle for New Orleans led Mike to write Backlash: A War of 1812 Novel, featuring five young Americans in the fight of their life. Ongoing research encouraged Mike to write books about the craft of writing fiction. The use of folktales as examples in his nonfiction books inspired him to begin Klaassen's Classic Folktales, a collection of ancient stories retold as novellas.
My definition of a story includes the character making multiple attempts to achieve a goal. To keep the story interesting, at least some of the time the character must fail in his efforts.
The Frog Prince
Gerit felt like shouting with joy, imagining that he would soon be rid of Wibke's cruel spell. He would find that old witch and toss her into his father's dungeon.
The next afternoon he heard something that sounded familiar. He listened more closely and smiled. A ball bouncing! The noise grew louder, and he heard a girl's laughter.
Gerit swam to the middle of the pond for a better view.
Anneliese tossed the golden ball high into the air, and when it fell, she caught it and then laughed. Her laughter was music to Gerit's ears.
She continued in this play but once she failed to catch the ball. She growled in frustration and raced after it. After bouncing the ball a few more times, she spread a blanket on the ground near the pond. There she sat, opened a book, and read quietly.
Gerit climbed out of the water and hopped up the slope. He planned to approach the princess, introduce himself, and then explain his situation. Surely, she would be impressed that a frog could talk. She would pity his misfortune and agree to kiss him three times. The spell would be broken, and within a day he would be back in his father's castle, where he could resume his carefree life as a young prince.
Gerit hopped toward the girl.
A piercing shriek tore at his ears.
He could see Anneliese, sitting wide-eyed and staring in his direction.
Fearing that, while he had been focused on her, a predator had been stalking him, he rotated his eyes to look behind him.
Anneliese rushed toward him, raised her foot, and stomped.
Gerit barely had time to jump out of the way, as her shoe pounded down on the spot where he had been squatting.
She stomped again.
Gerit jumped a little farther this time, giving him a second longer to prepare for the next stomp. He scrambled around to face the pond and then tightened his leg muscles.
As Anneliese stomped again, he leaped with all his strength. Her shoe pounded the ground behind him. He sailed up and over the bank of the pond and dived into the water.
With a kick of his legs, he shot to the muddy bottom.