She's not afraid of you, not afraid to touch your moist skin, not afraid to even pick you up. She's gentle, too, her chubby fingers curling around you just enough so you can't jump out. Not that you would, of course. You have to follow the story, the tale, the fairy tale, whatever it is. In second she'll start crying about the golden ball she lost in the pond and you'll assure her that you will find it, and you will, and she'll be so very, very grateful, that she'll cradle you next to her bosom and carry you inside and let you eat from a golden plate and sleep on her soft pillow and then she'll kiss you and then--

"Mark! Come look at this ugly frog I found! He'll make good bait, won't he?"