"Driving one day, a Catholic priest hits a frog hopping across the road.
Horrified at his actions, he pulls over to the side of the road and picks the frog up. Hurt but not seriously, he takes it home with him and feeds it Fly soup.
"You must get your rest", the priest tells the frog, "and in the morning, when you're recovered, I shall take you back to the wild". He turns to leave the frog to rest.
"But", speaks the frog, "I cannot sleep without being tucked in tightly".
The good priest tucks in his injured guest and turns to leave.
"But", speaks the frog, "I cannot sleep without a story".
The priest again honours the frog's request, and reads him a bedtime story until his eyes grow heavy. The kind priest again heads for the door.
"But", speaks the frog, "I cannot sleep without a bedtime kiss".
The humble priest smiles and, after a moment's thought, decides to grant the frog's request, leaning over to kiss him softly.
The frog turns into an 11 year old boy.
And that, your honour, concludes the statement in my defence."
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