The princess kissed the toad and then the snake, but the toad was still just a toad, and he never really became a prince. But to be fair, neither did the snake.
The snake wrapped himself around the toad and beneath him he was reborn, with dreams of grandeur dancing in his mind.
The lure of an unsung song danced in his ears, and so the pied piper took the children with him, to a village where the songs of ambition would not be silenced.
The child of his dreams grew into a sleeping beauty, and when he woke up the fairytale crumbled from within.
Cinderella fought tooth and nail to get the boy with the snow white skin back, but he had already seen the appeal of the music that the pied piper played, and the dreams had weaselled its way into his mind.
And so when Little Red Riding Hood finally laid eyes on her Prince Charming again, the wolf had donned its new sheep's clothing and offered her a wide grin.