“Why does any of this make any sense to me? Because once, while drunk, she told me she thought I was magic.”—A mini-saga

Convinced that this one was her prince, Patricia tenderly kissed the lipless mouth of the green bullfrog she had scooped out of the pond. Suddenly, she felt herself transformed into a butterfly, the promise of freedom in her irridescent wings cut short by the prehensile tongue of her erstwhile lover.