These webbed feet are quite handy, she thought. And then wondered if feet could be handy. A few hundred jumps and three gnats and a fly farther on, she reached the stream that would widen into a pond when it got near the mill. Well, she reminded herself, I AM a frog. That part was obvious. I am a frog who knows how to swim. That took a little more reminding. At first she swam very near the edge of the stream, where the water was shallow. But her toes kept getting tangled in the grass that grew there precisely because it was so shallow. After a while, where the stream grew wider, she noticed there were other frogs. “Hello,” she called, because she didn’t think she should be snobbish just because they had been born frogs and she had been born a princess. The frogs didn’t answer. Then she realized they were talking, but in frog, not human. Fortunately, though the spell that the witch had cast let her continue to speak as a human, it also let her understand a few words of frog. By concentrating, she could make out what the frogs were saying, and that was when she realized their language only had a few words.
