The Frog
wants to date
It was
last night. Out of the blue, an old
friend called up with this message: “I
have a dream to ‘story’ you; a kind of improvised-modern version of the
prince-turned Frog fable. Remember the version
of how an evil spell bewitched by one devil of an evil witch who meant harm
and total destruction of the handsome prince?”
It
sounds familiar; very much like an ancient bed-time story which, as kids, we
used to hear from our parents.
I have
no objection, so responded, “As a kid, I love fairy tales. And as a full-blown big kid @grandfather, I really
look forward to listen to fairy tales especially the ones weaved by fellow
Malaysian politicians.”
2.0 The
snapshot of the ‘Frog date’
My old
friend forwarded me the conversation that took place outside the pond:
Frog: My
princess dearest, you know how long I have been waiting for this historic moment. I have been trying real hard to meet you, face
to face, outside the pond.
Princess:
(I have chosen to delete the text)
Frog: Without you, my PERKASA won’t be worthy of
existence. My dearest, you are my soul,
my life, my soulless soul. My dear, you know
how much I love to churn up my hate war against the entire non-frogs species in
order to remain relevant. Without you, where
would my species and I be?
Princess: (Not too sweet to reveal the exact response)
Frog:
Would you my dear, give me a kiss, a genuine one, one that is from the bottom
of your heart?
My old
friend’s text ended abruptly:
Dear
Kassim,
How do
you visualise the outcome of the Frog-proposed date?
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