[Fwd: Fairy Tale]

David V. Rogers dvrogers@bellatlantic.net
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Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 08:12:00 +0100
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Subject: Fairy Tale
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Once upon a time, a beautiful, independent, self assured
princess happened upon a frog in a pond.  The frog said to the
pricess; "I was once a handsome price until an evil witch put a spell
on me.  One kiss from you and I will turn back into a prince and then
we can marry, move into teh castle with my mom, and you can prepare my
meals, clean my clothes, bear my children and forever feel happy doing

 That night, while the pricess dined on frog legs, she laughted to
herself and thought " I don't fucking think so."