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Rosie did not get any more work done that day. Or any sleep that night. In fact she spent the next 12hours desperately nursing the frog back to health. She gave him all kinds of medicines and tried to feed him everything from human food to frog food. The frog remained unconscious through all this and her only comfort was the continued beating of his heart. On almost exactly the twelfth hour an idea struck that she was ashamed of not thinking of before: water. Sure she had tried to get him to drink but he was a frog-perhaps he needed to be in the water. Rosie dashed outside with all the strength she had left just as the sun began its slow journey over the horizon. It was dawn. In her digging she had gone so deep there was one area where there was actually a small body of water she had uncovered. With a splash the frog landed in it.

For a few long seconds the frog didn't move and Rosie was sure he would drown. Since the water was at the bottom of a muddy pit she wasn't sure how she would get back out if she went in. So she did what any of would have done: she panicked! However at that moment the frog regained consciousness.

Whether it was from the cold water, or just the frog's natural need to be in water no one knows but the point was he was alive.

The Prince felt a surge of energy rush through him and he swam in powerful strokes to the surface of the water finally emerging with a loud splash. When he reached the surface he was surprised by the sight of Rosie sitting by the side of the muddy pit, her face in her hands, crying her heart out.

"Maid what troubles you that you weep so sadly." (Disclaimer: minus the maid that was a direct quote from Grimm Fairy Tales- don't sue me!) The Prince asked gently.

Rosie looked up as if in a dream. When she saw the frog a huge smile spread across her face.

"You're alive! I haven't killed you! Oh thank goodness!" and she promptly did a little happy dance around the pit.

Prince Gilbert felt his cheeks redden.

"You were that worried about me?...erm…fear not my lady for I am here and all shall be well." The Prince had just remembered this was the sort of thing a Prince should be saying. Rosie giggled.

"You sounded just like a pri-." Rosie gasped at the frog. Gilbert thinking that she was pointing at him smiled to himself. But she was not pointing at him. She was pointing at the flash of gold she had seen in the muddy water beneath. The flash was what made her realize she had finally found-

"THE PESTLE!" she cried.

"What?" said the frog raising an eyebrow.

"The pestle!" she cried again, tears of relief filling her eyes. "I told you. Surely I told you?" The frog gave her a puzzled face. "Oh well maybe not." She said meekly. And here she went on to explain that she had been searching this whole for the pestle to match the golden mortar. When she came to describing Prince Gilbert her usually kind face was converted in to one of deep hatred. Suddenly the frog was very, very glad that she had not realized who he was. When she finished her story the Prince was in a shocked silence. She was the daughter of the man he had needlessly sent to jail. How bad could this have possibly gotten? "Well" he thought with his new found optimism. "at least things can't get any worse."

At that moment two things happened. Firstly there was a loud thunder clap and rain started to fall down in buckets and two, there was a loud trumpet call from the distance announcing the King was on his way. The frog moaned loudly.

"Frog please, I want to ask a favour." The rain was slowly soaking her hair and her clothing was sticking to her. With her hair wet all the frizzyness was worked out of it. Though the wet clothing only revealed someone with absolutely no curves and a simply straight body type; the prince thought she had never looked so lovely.

"What favour?" he asked doing his best to sound polite. Suddenly Rosie seemed so above him. And not just because she was towering him in height. Rosie was a strong willed woman who had nothing to hide or be ashamed of. She made him feel ashamed of almost everything he had ever done. He had never felt so unworthy. "I don't deserve to clean her shoes." He thought quietly to himself.

"I need you to dive into that water and get me that pestle! Please!" she called desperately.

The frog hesitated for a moment. He had never before swam in his life though he figured as a frog it should come naturally…it still made him nervous.

"Frog." Rosie sobbed in seeing his hesitation. "I will do anything for you if you do me this one favour! I will let you sit at my table, eat from my plate, drink from my cup, even sleep on my bed if you wish! You will have my friendship! But please frog! Please get me that pestle!"

"I will get you the pestle!" he called up to her. "But I deserve nothing else."

Rosie did not hear the second part because at that moment there was another trumpet call and the king himself appeared right in her yard.

"Your Majesty!" Rosie gasped and bowed deeply.

"You are the daughter of the old man who gave my son a mortar?"

"Yes your Highness."

"Well I and your father have an arrangement." Here the King paused for dramatic effect. "If you can find the Prince then not only will your father be released but we will also give you one thing of your choice from the palace."

"Find the Prince Your Majesty?"

"Yes he seems to have disappeared…but more of this later! Let us discuss this in the safety of my castle." And with that she was hurried off to the castle before she could get a word in edgewise.

The frog surfaced just in time to see her hurried off by his father's guards. With a great hop he jumped out of the pit, pestle in hand (well actually mouth) and began to slowly hop his way to the castle.

Author's Note: Well that's chapter six and well I know I said only a few more chapters a few chapters ago, it turns out it will have to be a few more. Oh well! This time virtual pie for anyone who reviews!