Frog ran the numbers rackets. No one remembered why he was called “Frog”, he just was. And if anyone tried to short him or cheat, he was quick to punish them. And remember that he did, as he lurked behind his one way glass and watched the action on the street and in his casino.
His games were rigged, of course, but the customers never dared complain. Rigged or not, he was a formidable enemy, and no one wanted to play that game.
So when Frog said “Leap”, most would simply ask “How high?”
We all know that too many Princes are born without any innate sense of the value of things, and their typical upbringing does nothing to remedy this lack through training or example.
The puppy watched the pomp and ceremony outside, and wondered if this was going to be its lucky day. She was a good dog, if young and untrained, and knew that the right human was what she needed. Every day she watched the world wander by, and wished that some of it would stop and look at her.
Naturally, a few did stop at her shop. But all too many were after kittens or bunnies. Or even, shudder, birdies or fishies. She knew that birds and fish were popular pets, but they were much more interesting to her as prey.
When they did stop, she did her best to look happy, wag her tail, and exude an aura of confidence. All at the same time. Which usually ended with her tail and feet tied in a knot as she fell over herself. But it seemed that the hope died when they saw the price on her pen, and when the shopkeeper seemed unwilling to budge, they always moved on. If only she could read, she thought, she might understand why they were leaving her in her pen.
But today was different. Today’s the day, she told herself.
Then the fuss began outside, and she was captivated by all the pomp as the royals made their way past her window.
This time, she was determined to find her human.
And a Prince with a generous allowance was going to be just her ticket.