The Frog Prince: Disney Style She almost got away with it, she nearly did but one perky young prince caught the evil old witch as

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The Frog Prince: Disney Style

She almost got away with it, she nearly did but one perky young prince caught the evil old witch as she was about to turn the towns food, which was stored in a great cellar under the castle, rotten. The boy was playing with his favourite toy, a simple bat with a ball on a string. When the string snapped and the ball went flying down the 151 stairs to the great cellar he was distraught. He could hear the ball bouncing off each step and getting further and further towards the town's food supply. Eventually he decided that although his Father had told him on numerous occasions not to go down the grand stairs it was only to get his ball and that he wouldn't get in any sort of trouble.

He crept down the stairs one by one and eventually reached the bottom, he rummaged around for a bit in the pitch black until he finally found his ball and started the long ascent upwards. After about 5 steps he started hearing something. He listened harder now; it sounded like someone laughing. He quickly turned round to see what was going on. The laughter seemed to be coming from the food cellar.

He crept towards and forced the heavy doors open, and to his horror he saw the ugliest thing he had ever seen, a witch. She had green eyes, greasy black hair and a crooked nose covered in warts. The witch looked just as scared prince, and nearly fell over in shock when she saw him. After a few seconds though she regained her composure and started screeching all sorts of things about him ruining her big plan. He didn't know what to do, so in a moment of panic he turned round and tried to escape the witch.

The witch was a fat monstrosity so he had little danger of her catching him. He was nearly at the top, the prince thought he was safe when, POW! Magical green sparks started flying up the staircase. He managed to dodge the first few and cry for help. But after running up about 100 steps he was tired. He heard the witch let out an almighty scream and a brilliant showering of colours came twisting up the stairs. He had no chance, a direct hit. BANG!!!!!
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He didn't feel pain at first but after a while he felt himself feeling very small. He tried to cry out for help but all that came out was a croak. Weird, he thought. Looking at his legs hammered it in to him. That wicked old witch had turned him into a frog. The life of a frog wasn't fit for a prince; he'd been used to eating the finest food, drinking the freshest fruit juice. And now all he could have was flies.

After a couple of hours of clambering to the top of the stairs, ...

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