She wasn’t sure just what kind of pet she’d like, so she figured she’d just walk around until she found just the “right one.” She went past the adorable little puppies, past the playful kittens, past the preening birds, past the sleeping hamsters, past the whirling gerbils, and past the colorful fish.
Nothing really appealed to her and seemed to be just what she was looking for. She decided to go around the store again.
On the way over to the puppies, she walked by a barrel. At the bottom of the barrel was a rather nasty looking toad. When she looked in, he WINKED at her! Our poor widow just shook herself!
She couldn’t believe it. She rather quickly went back to the other pets on display.
Once again, she checked out those sweet little puppies, the darling kittens, the fluttering birds, the fuzzy hamsters, the sleek gerbils, and the darting fish. Nothing really, really did it for her. She was starting to get discouraged. So, she figured one last time around, just in case she missed something.
Going by the barrel again, she took another peek. There was that nasty toad, and this time, he puckered up and threw her a kiss! This was almost too much for the poor widow and she just about ran over to the other pets.
She tried hard to find just the right one to take home with her, but not one of those cute puppies or silky kittens or chirping birds or golden hamsters or skinny gerbils or fancy fish seemed right for her. Totally discouraged by now, the widow decide to go home.
On the way out of the shop, she had to walk past the barrel again. As she furtively peeked in, the toad just gave her the most beseeching look, and he had a little tear on the corner of his eye. He even sniffed a bit. This was too much for our widow, she started heading for the exit in a hurry.
All of a sudden it struck her that this poor toad was probably just as lonely as she was. Not only that, but he was so ugly that no one would probably buy him, especially not with all the other nice pets available.
So up to the counter she marched, told the salesperson she’d take the toad, but requested that he be put in a sturdy box. When she got to her car, she placed the box on the seat next to her and proceeded to drive home.
As she was driving along, she heard some scratching coming from the box. She tried to ignore it for a bit, but then thought that the toad might need some air, so she opened the box a bit. (What could it hurt?)
She would glance over at the toad from time to time, and he kept winking at her and throwing her kisses. She finally thought, “oh heck, what could it hurt?” and she leaned over and KISSED him!
And POOF! He turned into a HANDSOME PRINCE!
And do you know what our poor widow turned into?
The first motel she came to!
“Each I time I look at a man, I think, ‘Is this the man I want my children to spend their weekends with?'” — Rita Rudner