“Beautiful princess,” croaked a voice, “I’ve been turned into a frog by a wicked witch...”
“Really? THAT old chestnut?” She popped the semi-frozen creature into her pocket, mounted her horse and galloped away. Finally, she dismounted. “I’m curious… Froggy, your luck’s in!” She kissed him.
Pop! A handsome king appeared. “To show my gratitude, I’ll make you my queen…”
“Don’t bloody-well think so, pal. One day, I’ll inherit my father’s kingdom and rule as Queen. I truly don’t need to be your wife. Ciao.”
With that, she mounted and rode away.