Disclaimer: I do not own The Peasant's Wise Daughter , or The Frog Prince (even if I do find frogs very attractive)

"About ten years ago I had just mastered the art of transformation so I had decided to try it out-on myself of coarse! You see at the time I was living in the Kingdom of Phell and as you are probably already aware the rules there are quite strict concerning witches. Basically I'm not allowed within ten miles of any town in that kingdom at the risk of being burnt at the stake. Naturally I upheld that rule. However, that summer had been a particulary hot one and so I had spent much of my time outdoors watering my herbs. Ironically, the herb you need to cure a sunburn does not grow very well in the sun. So when my entire stock of it died and I could no longer stand the discomfort of the burns I decided to test my transformation powers by transforming myself into an average looking peasant and going to the market to by some.

It was there that I first saw the prince Gilbert. There was this loud trumpet call and everyone moved aside to make way for the royal carriage. I gathered from the general murmurs of the people around me that one: the Prince came to visit the market much less then he was expected to and two: his arrival was something everyone dreaded. The market went silent as the prince very slowly stepped out of his carriage. A young boy who can't have been more than eight was holding out a piece of red velvet and making sure that the Prince always was stepping on it and not on the muddy ground.

Once he began to move everyone went back as if nothing had happened though the cheerful atmosphere of the place had been replaced by an anxious one.

I was about to continue my search for the herb when I saw a very old man approach the Prince. The clothing on his back was covered in mud and he had a slight limp while walking. Every aspect of this man seemed to scream out for help-until I saw his eyes. They were bright blue and had a look to them as if they loved to laugh. They also seemed to have a stubbornness to them which was probably how he made it to such an old age.

"Begging your pardon your majesty" the man croaked out. He bowed deeply to the man but the prince seemed already displeased.

"What do you want old man?" The Prince's brow was wrinkled in disgust.

"This morning myself and my daughter were preparing some of the land we just recently bought from you for planting and we found this." The old man reached into his shirt and pulled out a golden mortar. "It is too fancy for the use of my daughter and me but we thought we could give it to you, perhaps as a gift for the land we now work."

When the old man took out the gold the prince's eyes had lit up hungrly and when the man stopped talking he snatched it from him.

"Where's the pestle?" The Prince asked quietly.

"Pardon me, my Prince?" the old man asked nervously.

"The pestle old man! I am no fool! No one simply owns a mortar! They own a mortar and a pestle!" The prince was shaking in fury

"My Lord, we found no pestle. Only this mortar though perhaps we will find one, if we dig further down." The old man looked near tears but the prince seemed only more angry.

"You fool! Coming here and thinking you can trick your way out of giving me my whole gift! You will not plant a single thing- not until I have my pestle. Your daughter will search for it and when she finds it she will bring and to me and perhaps I will consider your release."

"M-m-my release, s-s-sir?"

"Yes your release! You will be imprissioned in my dungeons until I have my pestle." The prince snapped his fingers. "GUARDS! Give this disgusting old man a cell…since I'm feeling generous, one in which food is delievered to it."

And with that they dragged the old man away. Well, although I have this reputation of being a wicked witch I simply cannot stand a truly wicked person. After asking around about this prince I found that this was actually a good day for the prince for usually he would have had the man hanged. I realized that one day this man would be king and god knows what would happen then. He had to be stopped! And, in the spirit of my practicing transformations I turned the man into the first thing that came to mind: a frog. Now naturally this transformation caused quite a bit of panic so I quickly pulled an invisiability spell over both me and the frog and carried him out of there.

To be honest my plan had not gone passed leaving the market safely so once I found myself safe I was really at quite a loss. I decided the most logical thing to do was drop him off at the nearest pond (him being a frog and all), though when I reached the pond I was suddenly overcome with sympathy for this frog prince. I decided that though he could not go back to being a human now perhaps he could if I could somehow use this curse to improve his character. You see it is my belief that everyone has potencial to be a good person and I was determined to bring the good person inside of him out-not for just my own good but the good of the entire kingdom.

After a moment an idea struck me. I quickly changed the charm that was on him into a spell. It meant two things: one that this spell would be permanent for all time and two: the only thing that could break the spell was the kiss of his true love. Realising how hard this would be as a frog I gave him also the ability to speak but he could not reveal the spell or his true identity.

I kept a careful watch on the frog and as you have no doubt heard this worked and in winning the kiss of his true love and returning to his original state he has brought many great things to his kingdom and all the people therein." The witch smiled in rememberance.

Death sighed in annoyance."That will not do witch. Though your reasoning for using the spell was quite justifiable you didn't really do any good."

The witch gaped at him. "What do you mean! Have you not heard of all the great deeds of the Prince Gilbert!"

"I have." Said Death testily. "But simply hearing, as you have just proven is not enough. I know I have said your reasoning for this crime justifiable but your reasoning seems still a little muddled to me…I will be generous and say your explanation makes your deed quite neutral but to save him" (here he nodded toward the dying man sprawled out on the couch) "you must prove to me that this deed was good."

" Shall I tell you then, of all the kind things the Prince has done?" the witch asked anxiously.

"What he has done is of no importance only what you have…I suppose if you were to tell me how this spell actually changed him I would deem it a good deed."

The witch gave a relieved sigh. "And that is exactly what I shall do…"

Author's Note: well that's chapter two. I'm not quite as happy with it as I was with chapter one but oh well. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! There's no way I would have come up with this chapter so fast without you guys! I would really appreciate some feedback (whether good or bad) so don't be shy! Please review!