Interlude:
Once upon a time, on an island in the Bermuda Triangle, was a castle. And at this castle was a cat, Agnes, playing with a golden ball. The cat jumped on it, batted it around, pounced on it, and chased it around. In its frenzy of play, the cat chased the ball out the castle, where it rolled off and fell into a well.
"Fair cat," a voice spoke from the well's darkness. A frog. "What troubles you to wake me and look in this well?"
"Oh, it is you, old waddler," said Agnes. "The golden ball with which I was playing has fallen into the well."
"Never mind your search," said the frog. "I can help you, if you give me something in return."
"Whatever you like, dear frog," said Agnes. "I have some string. A chew-toy. Half of a dead rat. Or I could kill you... a mockingbird."
"Your string, chew-toy, dead rat, and mockingbird are not for me," said the frog. "I will retrieve the golden ball if you promise to reward me with a kiss."
"Very well," said Agnes. "Retrieve the golden ball and I will reward you with a kiss." The frog returned the cat its ball, and the cat took the frog in its mouth whole.
"What do you think you're doing?" said the frog. "Let me out of here..."
"Mmm," said Agnes, teeth clenched. "Frog. Mmm."
"I'm not really a frog, you know," said the frog. "I'm a prince who was cursed by an evil pink-eyed witch."
"Mmm," said Agnes. "Prince. Bite-sized. Mmm."
"If you eat me, I will transfer my curse to you." The cat closed its eyes as it swallowed the frog-prince. They opened and saw from the reflection in the water that Agnes had been transformed into a plump and rosy-cheeked little girl. Agnes began to lick her arms and hands.
"...rrribbit," she said.
As Agnes wandered off in search of a bath, at the castle a pink-eyed witch signed for a package.