Part three: The bridge

More Pollywog Woes

The green frog sat on a large rock, under the stone bridge beside the pond in his most princely-frog manner. He could scarcely believe his good fortune.

“I am finally going to be a person again, just as the good leprechaun, Timothy O’Leary, the cobbler, promised. The magic spell of the bad leprechauns will be broken, forever.”

Just then, Kelly, a beautiful Irish colleen, appeared on the bridge and paused for a moment to listen to the melodious frogs. 

“Two more wishes,” she said, touching the two gold coins in her pocket. “I haven’t had my first wish fulfilled yet. Oh, where is my prince?”

She climbed down to the water’s edge to pick bulrushes.

Not a soul was in sight, just one green frog sitting on his rock.

“I hereby dub thee, Prince,” said Kelly, as she touched him gently with the tip of a bulrush. “You are the prince of the pond. Any other frog would have jumped into the water.”

“I could turn you into a pollywog,” the frog replied in proper frog language, which Kelly did not understand.

“Prince, you are a lucky frog because you have a very large family,” Kelly said aloud. “I wish I had more family. I just have my dad.”

The frog understood what Kelly said.

“All of my pollywog family could be yours,” the frog offered, graciously. “But, you should be careful what you wish for because you might get it. You would make a beautiful frog princess. I think I am falling in love with you. Maybe I should propose to you?”

Seconds later, Kelly waved her bulrushes, as she left.

“See you tomorrow, Prince.” 

Kelly returned to the pond every day and Prince, the frog, soon learned her third wish. She wanted children.

The frog wrestled with asking the leprechaun to turn her into a frog.

“No, I cannot do that as I promised to do good for Kelly and others. I will never speak ill of leprechauns either.”

Then Timothy O’Leary showed up again.

Guess what happened next!