Early this morning, I saw a little frog, as I was walking into the West Virginia State House.
The frog greeted me and asked me to pick it up.
I did, whereupon the frog told me that, if I kissed it, it would turn into a beautiful woman.
I immediately put the frog and my pocket, and continued on my way.
The frog then cried out from my pocket, asking me why I didn't kiss it.
I told it that I'd rather have a talking frog.