The Sweet Tale Of Valentine’s
That night, as Princess Frog slept placidly among her silk sheets, dressed in her best lace nightgown and swaddled under a goose-down comforter, she had a wonderful dream.
He dreamed that he was celebrating a splendid party in a pond. Soft lights, emanating from the multitude of colorful spotlights hanging elegantly among the treetops, enveloped the room. Guests were offered fresh spring water in fine crystal jars, and there were platters filled with fruit carefully peeled and exquisitely cut into small pieces to facilitate tasting. For all those who wanted to rest between one dance and another, there were comfortable seats under the most leafy trees.
Everyone in Reino da Lagoa had worked hard for months to make the party a success. Queen Frog had taken care of making the guest list. The lists had accumulated on the table of the royal office, so the Monarch was forced to eliminate names and more names to shorten the Queen’s extensive list, thus making it easier for those present to feel comfortable with the space of the lagoon. The young Princess Frog was in charge of choosing the dishes and the trousseau for the outdoor party. I was looking for something discreet, that didn’t clash with the sophistication of the guests and that had a touch of elegance.
Prince Froggy didn’t take long to show up at the party. He was very well dressed, in his newest costume made to order by the best tailor in the Lagoa Kingdom. He wore his gleaming golden crown and his red costume characteristic of the frogs of his category. She had arranged herself exquisitely, as she smelled of Rose Water cologne and a moisturizing body cream made of honey and almonds.
Princess Frog knew from the first moment that one day he would be her husband. And Prince Froggy knew from the first moment that one day she would be his wife. During the entire ball, Princess Frog and Prince Sapinho did not stop looking at each other and looking for their eyes of lovers among the heads of the guests. But if Prince Froggy was shy, Princess Frog was even more, and neither of them dared to take the first step and confess their love that night. Princess Frog was so silent she looked like a statue with its feet planted in the green field. Prince Froggy seemed to have his feet glued together with superbonder, loctite, or some other extra-strong glue. Neither of them found the strength to break this spell that held them to the ground. Thus, the party ended and the guests were saying goodbye one by one to the hosts.
And no one can stop the seasons from succeeding each other in the joyful Kingdom of Lagoa…
The autumn wind took the leaves off the trees with it, and the mischievous flowers ended up hiding in the bad weather. When the white flakes of winter landed on the pond, the cold put the trees to sleep and the inhabitants of the realm huddled in their homes in the shelter of the fire. With the arrival of spring, all the inhabitants of the Lagoa Kingdom began to shyly put their faces out, while nature yawned to stretch out from the sadness and enjoy the good weather, warming itself with the first rays of sunlight.
When summer arrived, everything happened as in his dream, but on this occasion there was a happy ending:
It was the celebration of the 80th birthday of King Rodrigo. The pond was decorated with colored lanterns, and fragrant bunches of wildflowers rested in the very center of each table. The handsome Prince Frog found her in the crowd. The little frog was beautiful, dressed in her party clothes for the ball. The Prince gave her a tender kiss on the forehead and, dropping to his knees, asked for her hand and they pledged themselves forever and ever.
