Frog Prince

I see a little frog hopping from stone to stone in the stream next to my horse field. The sun is shinning through the leaves of the branches above my head sending the light like paint splatters on the water. The little frog has gold flecks on his back and his head, he stops to inspect a dragonfly perching lazily on an over hanging weed.
What happen to all the frog princes in the world? I wonder as I carefully scoop up the little frog. I look him in the eye, he has beautiful eyes I notice. What happened to all the good ones? Well?...
I carefully set him next to me on a wet boulder peaking up from the stream, pretty velvet green moss grow up it's sides. Instead of hopping away, my little friend stays by my side... still eyeing the dragonfly sunning its lacy wings.
A new thought comes to my mind... Maybe us girls are just getting to picky. Maybe the princes didn't go anywhere, Maybe it's just that these days us girls arn't willing to kiss the frogs to find our hidden prince... so we just go with the ones that are already available, fast and easy right? But not worth it. Maybe all of the real princes have all been turned into frogs by the world, our society. And us girls are just not willing to take the time to kiss the little frog with the big golden heart. Maybe thats it.
I look down at the hidden prince to see him finally leap at the dragonfly that had been teasing him. As he leaps the dragonfly lazily flies off the weed and up into the sky above, my poor little prince lands in a dry patch off weeds. I go over and pick him out of the weeds ands set him back on a stone in the middle of the stream. I look up to see the sun setting over the hills in the distance. I hear my mom calling from the house, I look down at my little friend. He winks at me right before he splashed into the water. I can't help but smile.... I'll come find you later my little frog prince