My Aunt Margaret just emailed this to me:
Once upon a time,
in a land far away,
a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shore of an un-polluted pond in a meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess' lap, and said:
Elegant lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell on me.
One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper young prince that I am.
Then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, bear my children, and forever feel grateful, fulfilled, and happy to do so.
Later that night, as the princess dined sumptuously on frog legs sauteed in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:
I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO.