Once upon a time there was a recovered princess. She stood at the door greeting all of the weary travelers who were searching for a New Way of Life.
A newcomer, a sober frog stopped and shook her hand.
“What’s your story Mr. Frog?” The glowing princess asked.
“I am not a frog,” the green amphibian replied. “I was transformed by a magic potion! I am a normie prince.”
“Really?” The princess smiled.
“Yes and this horrible spell can only be broken by the kiss of a princess.” The newcomer moistened his lips and moved in little closer.
The princess kept an appropriate distance and reached out her hand, leading the frog through the door.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Eyebrow raised, he asked batting his eyes and pursing his lips.
“Oh no, I am I afraid I will not, Mr. Frog. ” the princess laughed. “A sober frog with a story is much more valuable than a normie prince will ever be…”
The morale is:
Your curse is your greatest blessing…and no one else can fix you…