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Once upon a time there was a princess who had been cosseted as a child and now refused to be corseted as a young woman. Her figure was untidy, it’s true, but she wanted those extra inches to be clad in comfort. So one day, when no one was looking, she wriggled out of her corset and dropped it down a deep well.
Ah, but someone was looking: a frog who had long admired the princess. He jumped into the well and retrieved the soggy garment, convinced, somehow, that her gratitude would eventually transform into love. But the princess only snatched the sodden mess from his clammy grip and hurled it back down the well.
Never underestimate the depths of amphibian ardor—or cunning. The frog retrieved the corset once more and, with a froggy flourish, presented it to her. When she bellowed in protest, he suggested a compromise. If she would kiss his slimy self just once, he would let her corset rest in peace. So she did, and he did, and at last, the princess was able to wear Hanes her way.
And the kiss? It transformed him into a Calvin Klein underwear model—and thus rendered him suddenly irresistible to the princess. She married him, and her wedding vows turned him into a prince.They lived happily ever after, though for some time after their brief courtship by the well the courtiers complained about a noticeable drop in the quality of the castle’s drinking water.
