"...and I'll let you live with me, and sleep in my bed, and everything."

Her mother couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Chloe! Who's there? Who are you talking to?"

As she came around the side of the house, Chloe's mother saw a very annoyed little girl standing beside the garden pond, on which concentric ripples were gently spreading.

"Mama! You scared him away! Now I'll never get my ball back!"

"Scared who away, darling?"

"The frog prince. My ball fell in the pond, and I saw him there, and it was just like the story, only he didn't talk to me yet, and now he's swimmed away and I won't never get my ball!"

Young Chloe paused for breath, and her mother fought to hide a smile.

"Well, I'm not a frog prince, but I can try to get your ball out for you. We'll fish for it, with the net from the shed. Alright?"

The prospect of getting her ball back perked the little girl up a bit, but she still looked doubtful.

"But what about the frog prince?" she said, her eyes scanning the pond for the sight of him.

"Well, if he want's to be a prince again, he knows that there is a lovely, kind little girl here to help him out. But, for now, maybe he likes being a frog. Let's leave him to make up his own mind, shall we? Now, let's go fishing for that ball of yours."

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