The Frog
by Andrew Lang · from The Violet Fairy Book
Adapted Version
Once, a mother had three sons. She gave them flax to spin. "Find good wives," she said.
The two older sons had wives. They took the flax to them. The youngest son had no wife. He sat by a pond and cried.
A frog jumped out of the water. "Why are you sad?" she asked. He told her about the flax. "Give it to me," she said. "I will spin it for you."
The frog spun the flax into linen. It was very white and fine. The mother liked it the best.
Then the mother gave them puppies. "Take these to your wives," she said. "See who trains the best dog."
The youngest son went to the pond. The frog took his little puppy. She trained it to do tricks. The puppy learned to sit and shake. It learned to roll over too.
The puppy was the best dog. It was small and very clever. The mother was very happy with it.
Next, the mother gave them shirts. "See who sews the best," she said. The frog sewed the neatest shirt. The stitches were small and perfect. The mother smiled at the fine work.
"Now go get your brides," the mother said. The youngest son felt very sad. He went to the pond again.
The frog came to him. "Will you marry me?" she asked. "Yes," he said quietly.
A little chariot appeared on the road. It was made of gold and silver. The frog and the son got in. They drove away together.
They met three witches on the road. The witches were not happy. They saw the frog in the chariot. They laughed and laughed. Then they felt happy and kind.
The first witch waved her wand. The frog became a beautiful woman. The second witch waved her wand. The little chariot became a big carriage. The third witch waved her wand. A magic purse appeared for them.
The son and the woman went home. The mother was very happy. They had a big wedding feast. There was music and dancing. Everyone celebrated their kindness. They lived happily ever after.
Kindness is always rewarded.
Original Story
THE FROG
Once upon a time there was a woman who had three sons. Though they
were peasants they were well off, for the soil on which they lived was
fruitful, and yielded rich crops. One day they all three told their
mother they meant to get married. To which their mother replied: ‘Do
as you like, but see that you choose good housewives, who will look
carefully after your affairs; and, to make certain of this, take with
you these three skeins of flax, and give it to them to spin. Whoever
spins the best will be my favourite daughter-in-law.’
Now the two eldest sons had already chosen their wives; so they took the
flax from their mother, and carried it off with them, to have it spun
as she had said. But the youngest son was puzzled what to do with his
skein, as he knew no girl (never having spoken to any) to whom he could
give it to be spun. He wandered hither and thither, asking the girls
that he met if they would undertake the task for him, but at the sight
of the flax they laughed in his face and mocked at him. Then in despair
he left their villages, and went out into the country, and, seating
himself on the bank of a pond began to cry bitterly.
Suddenly there was a noise close beside him, and a frog jumped out of
the water on to the bank and asked him why he was crying. The youth told
her of his trouble, and how his brothers would bring home linen spun for
them by their promised wives, but that no one would spin his thread.
Then the frog answered: ‘Do not weep on that account; give me the
thread, and I will spin it for you.’ And, having said this, she took
it out of his hand, and flopped back into the water, and the youth went
back, not knowing what would happen next.
In a short time the two elder brothers came home, and their mother asked
to see the linen which had been woven out of the skeins of flax she had
given them. They all three left the room; and in a few minutes the two
eldest returned, bringing with them the linen that had been spun by
their chosen wives. But the youngest brother was greatly troubled, for
he had nothing to show for the skein of flax that had been given to him.
Sadly he betook himself to the pond, and sitting down on the bank, began
to weep.
Flop! and the frog appeared out of the water close beside him.
‘Take this,’ she said; ‘here is the linen that I have spun for you.’
You may imagine how delighted the youth was. She put the linen into his
hands, and he took it straight back to his mother, who was so pleased
with it that she declared she had never seen linen so beautifully spun,
and that it was far finer and whiter than the webs that the two elder
brothers had brought home.
Then she turned to her sons and said: ‘But this is not enough, my sons,
I must have another proof as to what sort of wives you have chosen. In
the house there are three puppies. Each of you take one, and give it to
the woman whom you mean to bring home as your wife. She must train it
and bring it up. Whichever dog turns out the best, its mistress will be
my favourite daughter-in-law.’
So the young men set out on their different ways, each taking a puppy
with him. The youngest, not knowing where to go, returned to the pond,
sat down once more on the bank, and began to weep.
Flop! and close beside him, he saw the frog. ‘Why are you weeping?’ she
said. Then he told her his difficulty, and that he did not know to whom
he should take the puppy.
‘Give it to me,’ she said, ‘and I will bring it up for you.’ And, seeing
that the youth hesitated, she took the little creature out of his arms,
and disappeared with it into the pond.
The weeks and months passed, till one day the mother said she would like
to see how the dogs had been trained by her future daughters-in-law. The
two eldest sons departed, and returned shortly, leading with them two
great mastiffs, who growled so fiercely, and looked so savage, that the
mere sight of them made the mother tremble with fear.
The youngest son, as was his custom, went to the pond, and called on the
frog to come to his rescue.
In a minute she was at his side, bringing with her the most lovely
little dog, which she put into his arms. It sat up and begged with its
paws, and went through the prettiest tricks, and was almost human in the
way it understood and did what it was told.
In high spirits the youth carried it off to his mother. As soon as she
saw it, she exclaimed: ‘This is the most beautiful little dog I have
ever seen. You are indeed fortunate, my son; you have won a pearl of a
wife.’
Then, turning to the others, she said: ‘Here are three shirts; take
them to your chosen wives. Whoever sews the best will be my favourite
daughter-in-law.’
So the young men set out once more; and again, this time, the work of
the frog was much the best and the neatest.
This time the mother said: ‘Now that I am content with the tests I gave,
I want you to go and fetch home your brides, and I will prepare the
wedding-feast.’
You may imagine what the youngest brother felt on hearing these words.
Whence was he to fetch a bride? Would the frog be able to help him in
this new difficulty? With bowed head, and feeling very sad, he sat down
on the edge of the pond.
Flop! and once more the faithful frog was beside him.
‘What is troubling you so much?’ she asked him, and then the youth told
her everything.
‘Will you take me for a wife?’ she asked.
‘What should I do with you as a wife,’ he replied, wondering at her
strange proposal.
‘Once more, will you have me or will you not?’ she said.
‘I will neither have you, nor will I refuse you,’ said he.
At this the frog disappeared; and the next minute the youth beheld a
lovely little chariot, drawn by two tiny ponies, standing on the road.
The frog was holding the carriage door open for him to step in.
‘Come with me,’ she said. And he got up and followed her into the
chariot.
As they drove along the road they met three witches; the first of them
was blind, the second was hunchbacked, and the third had a large thorn
in her throat. When the three witches beheld the chariot, with the
frog seated pompously among the cushions, they broke into such fits of
laughter that the eyelids of the blind one burst open, and she recovered
her sight; the hunchback rolled about on the ground in merriment till
her back became straight, and in a roar of laughter the thorn fell out
of the throat of the third witch. Their first thought was to reward
the frog, who had unconsciously been the means of curing them of their
misfortunes.
The first witch waved her magic wand over the frog, and changed her into
the loveliest girl that had ever been seen. The second witch waved
the wand over the tiny chariot and ponies, and they were turned into
a beautiful large carriage with prancing horses, and a coachman on the
seat. The third witch gave the girl a magic purse, filled with money.
Having done this, the witches disappeared, and the youth with his lovely
bride drove to his mother’s home. Great was the delight of the mother at
her youngest son’s good fortune. A beautiful house was built for them;
she was the favourite daughter-in-law; everything went well with them,
and they lived happily ever after.
(From the Italian.)
Story DNA
Moral
True worth and beauty are not always apparent on the surface, and kindness to the unassuming can lead to great rewards.
Plot Summary
A mother gives her three sons tests to find good wives. The youngest son, having no one, is repeatedly helped by a talking frog who performs all tasks (spinning, training a puppy, sewing) with exceptional skill. When the mother demands brides, the frog asks the youngest son to marry her. On their journey, they encounter three witches who, cured by the frog's presence, transform her into a beautiful woman and their humble chariot into a grand one. The youngest son returns home with his stunning bride, who is welcomed as the favorite, and they live happily ever after.
Themes
Emotional Arc
suffering to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Andrew Lang's collections compiled folk tales from various European traditions, often simplifying or adapting them for a Victorian English audience. The 'frog prince' motif is common across many cultures.
Plot Beats (13)
- A mother tells her three sons to find wives and gives them each a skein of flax to be spun as a test.
- The two elder sons have wives to spin their flax, but the youngest has no one and cries by a pond.
- A frog emerges from the pond, offers to spin the youngest son's flax, and produces exceptionally fine linen.
- The mother gives a second test: each son must take a puppy for their chosen wife to train.
- The youngest son, again without a wife, gives his puppy to the frog, who trains it into a charming, intelligent dog.
- The mother gives a third test: each son must take a shirt for their chosen wife to sew, and the frog's work is again superior.
- The mother declares herself content and instructs her sons to bring home their brides.
- The youngest son, distraught, returns to the pond, and the frog asks if he will take her as his wife.
- The youngest son reluctantly agrees to travel with the frog in a tiny chariot she conjures.
- They encounter three witches (blind, hunchbacked, with a thorn in her throat) who are cured by their laughter at the frog's appearance.
- The grateful witches use magic to transform the frog into a beautiful woman, the chariot into a grand carriage, and provide a magic purse.
- The youngest son returns home with his transformed, beautiful, and wealthy bride.
- The mother is delighted, the new bride is the favorite, and they live happily ever after.
Characters
The Youngest Son ★ protagonist
No specific details given, but likely a healthy young peasant man.
Attire: Simple peasant clothing, such as a tunic, breeches, and perhaps a simple vest, all made of coarse cloth.
Kind, initially passive, ultimately accepting and fortunate.
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A teenage boy, around fifteen years old, with tousled chestnut brown hair and earnest hazel eyes. He wears a simple, slightly worn tunic of undyed linen, belted at the waist with a leather cord, over rough-spun trousers and sturdy leather boots. He stands with a determined posture, one hand resting on a simple wooden walking staff, his expression one of quiet resolve and readiness for adventure. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Frog ◆ supporting
Initially a normal frog, later a beautiful young woman.
Attire: As a frog, has no clothing. As a woman, wears fine gowns befitting her transformed status.
Helpful, resourceful, patient, and ultimately rewarding.
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A humanoid frog standing upright on two legs, with smooth emerald green skin and large, intelligent golden eyes. It wears a small, ornate golden crown between its eyes and a deep crimson velvet cape clasped at the throat with a silver brooch. Its posture is proud yet slightly weary, one webbed hand resting on a gnarled wooden staff. Its expression is wise and patient. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Mother ◆ supporting
No specific details given, but likely a strong, capable woman.
Attire: Practical clothing suitable for a peasant woman, such as a long dress, apron, and shawl.
Demanding, discerning, ultimately kind and accepting.
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A middle-aged woman with kind, gentle eyes and a soft, reassuring smile. Her warm brown hair is neatly braided and coiled at the nape of her neck. She wears a modest, long-sleeved dress in muted blue and grey tones, covered by a clean, practical apron. Her hands are clasped gently in front of her, and she stands with a calm, nurturing posture, her head slightly tilted as if listening. Her expression is one of patient strength and unconditional love. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The First Witch ○ minor
Was blind, but regained her sight.
Attire: Traditional witch attire, such as a long, dark robe and pointed hat.
Grateful, magical, and benevolent.
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A young girl in her early teens with a curious and slightly mischievous expression. She wears a slightly oversized, pointed dark hat and a simple, practical dress of deep purple or black, cinched at the waist. Her hair is long, dark, and slightly windswept. She holds a small, gnarled wooden staff in one hand and a glowing, floating orb of light in the other. She stands in a twilight forest clearing, surrounded by softly glowing mushrooms and fireflies. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Second Witch ○ minor
Was hunchbacked, but her back became straight.
Attire: Traditional witch attire, such as a long, dark robe and pointed hat.
Grateful, magical, and benevolent.
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A young adult witch with a sharp, crooked nose and a sly, concentrated expression. She has messy, dark auburn hair peeking out from under a tall, pointed black hat. She wears a layered, deep green robe with frayed hems over a simple brown dress, cinched with a leather belt holding small pouches. She is in a crouching pose, one hand stirring a small iron cauldron with a wooden spoon, the other hovering over a cluster of glowing purple mushrooms on the forest floor. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Third Witch ○ minor
Had a thorn in her throat, but it fell out.
Attire: Traditional witch attire, such as a long, dark robe and pointed hat.
Grateful, magical, and benevolent.
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An elderly woman with a hunched posture, deep wrinkles, and a long, crooked nose. She has wild, wispy white hair escaping from under a tall, pointed black hat. Her eyes are a piercing pale green, and she wears a faint, knowing smirk. Dressed in tattered, layered robes of dark grey and mossy green, she leans on a gnarled wooden staff. She stands in a misty, moonlit forest clearing. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Peasant's Home
A comfortable home on fruitful land, implying a sense of warmth and prosperity.
Mood: Comfortable, secure, and traditional.
The mother sets tasks to test the future daughters-in-law; the sons return with their results.
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A cozy thatched-roof cottage nestled in a fertile valley at sunset. Warm golden light spills from small windows, illuminating a well-trodden dirt path leading to the wooden door. Surrounding the cottage are lush, green vegetable patches and a small, thriving orchard with apple trees heavy with fruit. Fields of golden wheat sway gently in the evening breeze, bordered by a low stone wall. A clear stream runs nearby, reflecting the pink and orange hues of the twilight sky. The atmosphere is serene and prosperous, with soft shadows and a sense of peaceful abundance. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Pond Bank
A grassy bank beside a pond, a place of solitude and despair for the youngest son.
Mood: Initially desolate and sorrowful, later hopeful and magical.
The youngest son encounters the frog and receives her help.
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A dim twilight scene at a murky pond, the water still and dark, reflecting a heavy grey sky. A worn grassy bank slopes gently to the water's edge, littered with a few dead reeds and smooth, damp stones. A single gnarled, drooping willow tree with sparse leaves leans over the water. The atmosphere is profoundly still and melancholic, with a faint mist clinging to the far shore. Colors are muted: deep greens, greys, and shadowy blues, with the last weak light fading from the horizon. The feeling is one of deep solitude and quiet despair. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration
Road with Witches
A road where the frog-bride and the youth encounter three witches, leading to a magical transformation.
Mood: Magical, transformative, and fortunate.
The frog is transformed into a beautiful girl, and the chariot into a grand carriage.
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A winding dirt road cuts through a dark, ancient forest at twilight, the sky a deep indigo bruised with violet. Gnarled, leafless trees twist overhead, their branches like skeletal fingers. A thick, low-hanging mist clings to the ground, glowing faintly with an unnatural teal and violet bioluminescence emanating from strange, pulsating mushrooms and moss on the roots. In the center of the road, three points of intense, ethereal light hover—a deep crimson, a sickly green, and a cold blue—casting long, distorted shadows. The air shimmers with latent magic, and faint, glowing symbols are etched into the bark of the nearest trees. The atmosphere is heavy, silent, and charged with transformative energy. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
