The frog lifted her head to look at the voice and the girl who seemed to belonged to it. Just a tilt of the head suggested the frog was listening. Yes, the frog was indeed listening.
She sat back a little to give the questions thought; it wasn't as if Fred could exactly answer, but she did give the questions thought all the same. A webbed foot splashed at the water's surface; same webbed foot was shaken as if to get the water off it. It wasn't nice stuff.
"I am a new kind of frog, a not frog, unless you count a frog prince, but I'm not a frog prince. I'm not a prince. I'm a frog." was all Fred wanted to say, but she was sure it came out in croaks and ribbits, if frogs really did ribbit.
"I can stick to walls, and I think my purple is nice as well. Thank you." Just because she was a frog, Fred didn't have the right to be rude.