‘That Neeta, she was so stupid’, said Nelly to Gran, ‘I’m going to marry the Prince now and do a proper job of it!’ she said smugly.
‘Oooh, that’s nice dear,’ quavered Gran, ‘And what are you going to do on your wedding night?’
‘Ha!’ said Nelly, ‘I’m going to tie that nasty frog’s legs together, stuff him in a sack with some bricks, and drop him in the lake! Then when I’ve dealt with the King and Queen, I’ll rule and will do whatever I want!’ She grinned triumphantly.
‘Oooh, that’s nice dear,’ said Gran, ‘Look, here’s a nice woolly cardie to keep you warm when you go down to the lake. Mind you wear it, now!’
Nelly took the cardie, which it has to be said was rather nice, and headed home.