Some years ago we were in Milngavie Precinct near the Children’s Play Park.

Kirsty our friend Jo’s daughter, and Molly her grand -daughter, were already there.

Margaret chatted to Kirsty about the new baby (Emily) soon to arrive.

I had a long conversation with three-year-old Molly about her taste in Stories and about the Stories read to her at Nursery.

“It always about silly Frogs who turn into silly Princes,” Molly opined.

“Will I write you a story about a real Frog?”

Molly thought about it, then agreed. I suggested Frederica. Again she thought about it.

‘“Frederica the Frog? Will she be a real Frog?”

The story more of less wrote itself.

Margaret has hacked bits off it over the years but I warn you, it is still too long!

This exists in print form (A4 in colour). If you wish a copy, fill in the contact from with your request. I will be happy to send you a copy, if you are not too expensive to reach!