The Priest and the frog
One fine, sunny morning, a priest took a walk in the local forest. He was
walking by a small stream when, sitting on a nearby toadstool, he noticed
a sad, sad looking frog. "What's wrong with you?" said the priest. "Well,"
said the frog, "the reason I am so sad on this fine day is because I
wasn't always a frog." "Really|" said the priest. "Can you explain?" "Once
upon a time I was an 11-year-old Choirboy at your very church. I too was
walking by this stream when I was confronted by the wicked witch of the
forest. 'Let me pass|' I cried, but to no avail. She called me a cheeky
little boy and with a flash of her wand, turned me into the frog you now
see before you." "That's an incredible story|" said the priest. "Is there
no way of reversing the witch's spell?" "Yes," said the frog. "It is said
that if a nice kind person would pick me up, take me home, give me food
and warmth and a good night's sleep, I will wake up as a boy again."
"Today's your lucky day|" said the priest, and forthwith picked up the
frog and took him home. He gave him lots of food, placed him by the fire,
and at bedtime put the frog on the pillow beside him. And, lo and behold,
Miracle of miracles, For, when he awoke the next morn, there was the 11
year old Choirboy beside him in bed. And that, your Honour, is the case
for the Defence.