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I met a talking frog one day, as I walked through the woods. It hopped up to me and croaked it's sad story. It was once a handsome prince, that had been cursed by a wicked witch. "Oh you poor thing!" I cried, "what can I do to help you?" The frog said that a kiss by a fair maiden would cure him, he promised me love and life as a princess. So I kissed him, he indeed turned into a handsome prince. Than he turned and ran, making excuses on the way. That's when I realized that when you find a talking frog, leave him. Because a talking man is worse.