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Hop Along Princess

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Hop Along Princess

2017

Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney

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This story and accompanying artwork is the sole property of author Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney. For permissions requests and questions visit mnmaloney.wordpress.com. 

Priscilla Primstone decided that being a kindergartener wasn’t the life for her. She thought the alphabet was overrated. Standing in line was hard. Sitting in a desk all day made her backside hurt.  
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No, instead Priscilla was sure that she’d much prefer the life of a fairytale princess. Princesses made the rules, not obeyed them. Princesses definitely didn’t have to go to kindergarten. Her plan went like this- 
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Step one, find a frog.  
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Step two, the hardest part. Catch and hold Mr. Froggy Prince without screaming.  
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Step three, give Mr. Froggy Prince a smooch.  
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Step four, wait to be transformed into a no-rules princess.  
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Step five, make someone write a decree for her that closed all the kindergartens in the land (she’d need help since Priscilla so disliked the alphabet).  
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Priscilla put her plan in motion. 

Priscilla  caught a wiggly, slimy frog. She held him with one hand, pinched her nose with the other, and kissed the rather uncooperative creature.  
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She waited to be transformed into a gown wearing, fancy with a schmancy princess. It didn’t happen. Her frog was a malfunctioning model!  
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Instead Priscilla became the character in a video game! The very croaky disembodied frog voice informed her she’d have to play her way out! Priscilla was forced to jump over obstacles, run around roadblocks, and build her way up to hanging doors. By the end she was exhausted but curious.  
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She wasn’t a princess, but finishing a game wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was kind of exciting.  
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Maybe, someday, she’d want to trade in her gown for a computer screen. Video game designers seemed to have fun, too.  
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As Priscilla phased out of the video game she carefully clutched her faulty frog.  
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“Tomorrow, you can try again,” she said, placing him in a little tank. 

Priscilla waited all day, a day of taking her turn, writing her letters, and only going outside at recess, to go home and give her frog a second chance. This time she was determined she was going to be a princess.  
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She pulled out the funky frog and gave him another kiss. This time she closed her eyes, guessing that’s what had gone wrong before. When she opened them Priscilla was standing next to a fifteen foot Apatosaurus.  
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He used his massive neck to look down at her, and Priscilla determined her frog had morphed not into a prince but into a plant eating, towering dinosaur. Priscilla sighed.  
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“Well you’re not fancy or schmancy, but you are gigantic!” she said while petting his scaly leg.  
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Her dinosaur slowly lowered his head so that he could chomp some wide, Jurassic leaves.  
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Maybe, someday, Priscilla would want to trade in her crown for a pith helmet like the one she wore.  A paleontologist saw a whole different world.  
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When Priscilla took off her helmet she was transported back into her pink bedroom, still holding her adamantly amphibious non-prince. 

Priscilla was convinced that after trying out video game making and dinosaur studying it was definitely time to be a princess. That frog couldn’t outsmart her forever! 
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After feeding him and cleaning his tank she pulled her frog out and gave him a peck.  
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She knew immediately the kiss hadn’t worked. Instead of wearing a dress she was clothed in a leather jacket, a matching hat, and thick goggles. She stood next to a plane that let out a mechanic burp that sounded suspiciously like a froggy, “ribbet!”  
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A name was written on the side of the plane. It said C A N A R Y. If only Priscilla remembered her alphabet! Then she would have known she was seeing Amelia Earhart’s plane. However, Priscilla was able to climb into the cockpit and move the steering yoke. She could imagine the wind on her face, the sound of the air whooshing by in the old aircraft.  
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Maybe, someday, Priscilla would trade in her tea time gloves for pilot’s wings. She was almost certain she’d have to learn to read first.  
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As she climbed out of the plane, she was transported back to her room. Her frog croaked in dismay. 

Priscilla took the frog and his habitat outside.  
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“Listen,” she said in her most serious voice, “I like you. I thought the dinosaur and the plane and the game were pretty great. This time, though, I just want to be a princess. Just. A. Princess.” 
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The frog croaked, and Priscilla felt like it must be in agreement. She held him up to her face and kissed him. Kissing this frog was getting old.  
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Priscilla hoped things were finally going right when she heard horsey sounds and the clinking of knightly armor. Upon inspection she realized the armor was on her, not for her. And the horses were running her right into a tournament! She lowered her visor, aimed her lance, and rode into the fray.  
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Only after she won and was covered in sweat with a perfume of horse on her (it wasn’t a good perfume) was Priscilla the Valiant transported home.  
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She looked at her frog and said, “You. Me. Tomorrow.” 

Priscilla was short on patience. She was ready to be a princess. After the weekend it’d be Monday. On Monday, she had show and tell. She’d have to tell the entire class what she wanted to be when she grew up. She’d really rather not. Princesses definitely didn’t have to complete assignments.  
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She got right to business. She lifted Mr. Froggy Not A Prince out of the tank and puckered up.  
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Maybe it was because she was feeling irritated. Maybe it was because after dinosaur digging, game playing, knightly jousting, plane piloting there just weren’t many other options. When Priscilla opened her eyes she was riding the seven seas, captain of a rowdy bunch of pirates.  
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There was nothing else to do. Priscilla raised her cutlass, grabbed the captain’s wheel, and shouted at her mates to, “heave ho!” 
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After she got home and in response to her mother asking her to set the table Priscilla said, “Aye, matey!” 

things didn’t get any better for Priscilla. She did get to be a doctor and listen to hearts beat, look down throats, and check ears for infections. It wasn’t princess luxury, but it was fascinating. 

Priscilla got to be a deep sea diver, looking for undiscovered aquatic species (better known as mermaids). She had a great time.  
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What she didn’t get to be was a princess.  
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She took her friendly frog outside and let him go.  
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“I didn’t get to be a princess,” Priscilla said to him, “but I did get to learn a lot of awesome things. See you later, little guy.” 


Hop Along Princess

Priscilla Primstone is a girl with a simple wish. She wants to kiss a frog and become a princess. Mostly, she wants this because she's convinced it would spell the end of her kindergarten career. However, the frog she finds is a faulty model. Priscilla is about to become a lot of things, but none of them involve a crown.

  • ISBN: 9781387261062
  • Author: Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney
  • Published: 2017-10-01 06:35:21
  • Words: 1066
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