Chapter 82 Frogs, Kisses, Ghosts and Wind

  "Remember when we were girls, still believing if ye kissed a frog he would turn into a handsome prince?" Honey Sanders asked her closest friend.
  "Ye believed that Honey?" Dame Esmerelda Frell was incredulous.
  "When I was a small girl.  Ye mean ye never kissed a frog?"
  "Those slimy things?  Ye didn't."
  "Well...only once..."
  Esmerelda laughed.
  "And did ye get a prince out of it?"
  "Well, not right away."
  "What prince would that be Honey?"
  "Why Winifred of course."
  "Oh Honey, Winifred had nothing to do with kissing a frog."
  "Try telling that to my childhood self!"
  "What did he look like...when ye kissed him?"
  "Winifred?"
  "No...the frog.  Did it's eyes bulge?"
  "Oh, the frog!  It looked like this."

Chapter 81 A Season of Change

  Laird Robert Morse had undergone many changes in his little life.  First he had gone from pollen to seed to a full bloomed boy in his mother's arms.  Then his little family had moved to a new home.  The most dramatic change had been the day his mother gave him a potion to drink.  He had sat upon the ground in distress as his leaves and bark fell away.