The Beauty and the Beast

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Beauty and the Beast

Was created especially for

Jessica Lynn Smith

At the age of 4

Love Always!

Grandma and Grandpa Smith

December 25, 2003

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“I’m Ribbit!”  Jessica Lynn Smith looked around.  “Over here.  I’m Ribbit,” the voice said again.  This time Jessie, age 4, saw a perky green frog sitting on a rock down by the stream,  “Were you talking to me?” asked Jessie.

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“Yes,” said Ribbit.  “Is your name Jessie?”  “Yes, but how did you know?” asked Jessie? “And are you from Plymouth, Michigan?” Ribbit asked.  “Right again,” said Jessie.  “How can you know these things and how can a frog talk?”  “Well,” said Ribbit, “It’s a long story, so let me get started.

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A long, long time ago, my great-great-grandfrog lived in an enchanted garden.  It was located on this very spot.  He was sitting on this very rock when he heard the sound of someone whistling as they walked toward the entrance to the garden.  The man appeared to be a pauper that lived on the far side of the village.  It was his youngest daughter’s birthday and he had nothing to give her.  This broke his heart because as each of his daughters had come of age he had given them flowers.  But now it was the dead of winter and he could not find a flower for Beauty’s birthday.

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Then, while walking by the garden, Beauty’s father looked in and couldn’t believe what he saw!  There was a large magnificent water fountain, spraying water like a spring shower.  There was no hint of winter.  Surrounding the fountain were beautiful flowers of every description.  Birds were singing, bees were buzzing and my great-great-grandfrog was watching

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When Beauty’s father saw a rose near the gate, he couldn’t resist picking it for his daughter.  My great-great-grandfrog watched in horror, for he knew about the beast.

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“A beast? A real beast,” said Jessie in amazement.  She leaned closer to hear what else the frog had to say.  “Oh yes, a very real beast,” said Ribbit.  “He was even called Beast.”

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At the far edge of the enchanted garden was the castle where Beast lived.  No sooner had Beauty’s father plucked the rose than the beast roared out,  “How dare you trespass and take my most prized possession?  Do you not care about the things that others love?”

“Oh,” said Beauty’s father,  “this flower is for someone I love most.  This rose is for my lovely daughter, Beauty.”

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“So be it,” said the Beast.  “Go and take my most precious rose to Beauty.  I will come in three days to replace my rose with your precious daughter.  She will stay with me in the enchanted garden.”

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Beauty’s father gave the rose to her as they celebrated her very special birthday.

Three days later, Beast knocked at their door and whisked Beauty off.

“Oh no,” said Jessie, “did Beauty have to go with Beast?”  “Yes,” said Ribbit, “these things happen in fairy tales.”  “How awful,” said Jessie.  “Was Beauty unhappy forever?”  “Oh no,” said Ribbit,  “Beast was very kind and cared very much for Beauty.”

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Many years went by and Beauty grew fond of Beast.  One morning, while they were walking in the garden, word came that Beauty’s father was very ill.  “I must be with my father,” said Beauty.  Beast said, “If you return in seven days, you man go.”  Beauty left the enchanted garden.

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Seven days came, and seven days went.  Beast waited by the gates of the garden looking for Beauty.  His love for Beauty was so strong that on the eight day, he felt as if his heart was broken.  The enchanted garden began to freeze as Beast lay dying in the castle.

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Beauty looked into the enchanted mirror that Beast had given her.  She saw that Beast was dying and realized that she loved him.  As quickly as possible she returned to the castle.  Beauty found Beast and ran to his side.  She held his hand and leaned over him crying softly.  She gently kissed his cheek.

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Behold! Beast had transformed into a Prince!  The spell that had enchanted him was finally broken by Beauty’s love.

Beauty and the Prince walked into the enchanted garden.  The ice was gone.  The flowers were in full bloom.  The birds were singing and the bees were buzzing, and great-great-grandfrog was hopping up and down with joy.  The walls were gone, the gate was gone and everyone lived happily ever after.

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“Wow,” said Jessie, “that’s a great story.  Now will you tell me how it is you can talk?” “Ribbit,” said Ribbit.  “Ribbit, ribbit.”  With those words, Ribbit turned and hopped into the water never to be seen again.