"No fair," Roy said, sulking in the family room. He'd captured the frog
down by the lake and made an awesome apartment for it out of an old
aquarium in the garage. "That thing ruled," he grunted, punching the arm
of the sofa. Roy regretted the day he'd made the bet with his sister
(which she predictably lost), and made her kiss the frog. That kiss had
broken some kind of spell; his pet had turned into a handsome prince;
they were in love and going to be married. "Gross," Roy said, thinking
about all of the kissing that went on now in front of everyone. He liked
Prince What's-His Face-better as a frog. "Totally not fair," Roy
muttered, wondering if anyone bothered turning people into Hermit Crabs.