a grimm tale

there was once an acorn nymph who loved nothing more than to sit on a box of old whelks and play with her very favourite.

one rainy day the acorn nymph noticed that a particularly ugly frog had hopped into her house, and after the Radish and Reg had failed to catch it (so she could give it a kiss to see if there was any truth in the rumours that the brothers Grimm had been spreading about), she gave up on the idea and continued to toss her whelk shell in the air until it dropped onto the floor and tripped the lady of the house up good and proper.....she fell upon the frog and squished it so terribly that no amount of wishes and fairy godmothers, nor strokes of midnight could ever turn it back into an amphibian, let alone a prince.....