What if . . . this frog is the beginning of some apocalyptic plague? What if it's a harbinger of doom?
What if . . . a genie - instead of a prince or princess - was turned into a frog by someone disgruntled with the three-wish-making process? What if the next person who kisses the frog turns it back into a genie and gets a swamp-load of wishes?
What if . . . the tortoises invited their friend the frog over for a sleepover and forgot to tell us?
Your turn! Is the frog a warning, a magically-cursed critter, or a playdate? Something else entirely? What would you do if you saw a big old frog crawling around your bathroom? (In case you're wondering, I ran away screaming - big surprise - while my husband scooped it into a cup then released it outside.)