The moon was shining brightly down upon the Land of Oz as the crickets chirped a sweet melodic symphony to the night and the fireflies flicked about casting their luminescence in every place. This all looked especially beautiful and harmonious in the Royal Gardens of the Emerald City as two lone figures strolled along through them underneath the heavenly night. They were the Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook who had now officially become his sweetheart and they were on their fifth date now.
The Frogman strolled alongside Cayke as they made their way up to the pond which was dappled with moonbeams all over and dotted with large lily pads that remained still in the serenely calm warm night air. The Frogman took a few steps ahead of Cayke and then held out his hand to her which she took and then he gently pulled her towards him. Then he knelt on one knee before her as he placed a hand over his chest and began to sing a simple song of love which the Wizard of Oz had taught him that was from the world he came from. And while the Frogman's voice was somewhat croaky it was also educated and refined and had a warm and deeply resonant baritone.
"You made me love you You made me sigh for, I didn't want to tell you Give me, give me, give me what I cry for
I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to do it
You made me love you
and all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it.
You made me happy sometimes, you made me glad
But there were times, Dear, you made me feel so bad
I didn't want to tell you
I want some love that's true, yes I do, deed I do, you know I do
you know you got the brand of kisses that I'd die for
You know you made me love you"
Cayke had been smiling throughout his recital and now she placed her hand over her heart and sighed deeply as the Frogman slowly stood erect again while still holding her hand. As their eyes met he felt she had never seemed more radiantly beautiful and attractive to his eyes than she did at this moment as they stood under the moonlight in the gardens by the pond.
"Oh, you sing so sweetly, my dear Froggy," she murmured. She had recently taken to calling him by a nickname she had lovingly given him. "And you know you made me love you, too, in just the same way."
The Frogman smiled his froggy smile and said, "And you know I could never speak anything but the truth, especially to you, my sweet Cayke. And I have learned that although there are times the truth can be difficult to listen to and hard to handle, there are still many, many times when it is nothing short of beautiful and filled with love. Just as my heart is overflowing now with the truth of my love for you."
He then took a small step backward and made a very gentlemanly bow before her and said in his humblest voice, "May I have this dance, my lady?"
Cayke beamed at him more brightly then the moonbeams on the pond beside them and then curtsied neatly to him and took his offered hand in her own.
Then they began to dance a slow waltz around the garden with the chirping of the crickets as their dance orchestration. The Frogman was really a very good dancer in just as much as he was a gentleman in all respects and he held Cayke at just the right distance with his left hand clutching hers and his right hand gently resting on her back. He led her serenely through the expanse of the garden as the glided so lightly, almost floating, on the velvety grass.
They looked into each other's eyes all the while and in the Frogman's great blue eyes she could see deep depths of wisdom and truth combined that reached into his very soul and also of his love for her which was so much deeper and shone more vibrantly through. In Cayke's sweet hazel eyes the Frogman could see also deep love for him, just pure unadulterated love.
The moon slowly changed its position in the sky above them as they gradually stopped their dancing. Then the Frogman continued looking into Cayke's eyes as he slowly brought his hands up around her shoulders and leaned slowly inward to her. And then he felt her kiss him, and he tried to kiss her back as best he could but he couldn't in the way he really desired to which he quickly realized and the happy sparkle in his eyes dampened and he lowered his gaze slightly.
This did not go unnoticed by Cayke. "Is anything wrong?" she asked with concern.
The Frogman was true to his honesty as he told her, "It's just that I wish I had the ability to give you the kind of kiss that you can give me and that I want to give to you. But I am unable to do so because I... am... a... frog."
Cayke smiled with love and understanding as she reached up to tenderly rub the side of his face. "I understand," she said, "But I love you just the way you are. You see, when I fell in love with you I fell in love with a person, and that is the person who you are on the inside. And it doesn't matter to me what you can't do, just what you can do."
The Frogman now smiled again as he added, "And I can love you in just the same way."
Cayke smiled and then wrapped her arms around him and held him close for a moment. She then reached up to kiss his face. Then said, "I had a most lovely time with you tonight, just as I always do, Froggy."
"As did I," the Frogman said, "And I would be most honored if you would do me the honor of spending another evening with me soon."
"Of course I will," Cayke said warmly.
They then said their goodnights to each other and went their separate ways. Then as the Frogman went to his room in the Emerald Palace to go to bed he couldn't help but begin wandering if there could possibly be some way in which he could be able to hold and kiss Cayke in the way he so desired to do. And after all, wasn't Oz a place for anything to happen? Yet, as he thought he could only conclude that the only way in which he could achieve this desire was if he were a regular human being in the way that Cayke was.
When he entered his bedroom he stepped in front of his full length mirror and took a long view of himself in it, and for the very first time in his life he saw his reflection in it as being less than what he desired for it to be. Sure, he was rather handsome, dashing even, for a giant sized frog with clothes on. But still he couldn't help but start to imagine what he might also look like if he were human on the outside. Would Cayke possibly be able to love even more, and want to be with him more, and could they perhaps do more things together than they could right now?
The more he thought on these things the more pleasing they sounded to him, but then he reminded himself of the truth that they couldn't come to light and a shade of melancholy cast over his heart. He then undressed and got into his bed. Then as he reached over to turn out the night light an idea suddenly came to him.
What if there was some kind of magic that could turn him into a human being? The idea didn't seem all that far-fetched as he had heard of people being turned into animals here before so why couldn't the other way around also happen? But how could it happen? And who could he go to make it happen? Then he instantly knew that he must see Glinda the Good about it for she was the most powerful sorceress in all the Land of Oz and one of the most in the world. And as she she was known for her goodness she would surely grant him his wish, wouldn't she?