A Catholic priest was taking a walk through the woods one day when he came upon a little frog sitting on a lily pad crying its eyes out. Concerned that see one of God's creatures in distress, he asked the frog what was wrong.

"Oh Father," wailed the little frog, "a wicked witch put a spell on me. Once I was a real boy but now I have to spend the rest of my days on this lily pad catching flies."

The priest picked the frog up and gently placed it in his hands.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, my son?" he enquired tenderly.

"Only the love of a good and noble person can save me, Father," sobbed the little frog.

Touched to the core, the priest swore to the little frog that he would do all in his power to lift the spell.

He took the little frog home, caught flies for it, talked to it, played with it. At night, he pleced it tenderly on his own soft pillow to comfort the forlorn creature in his misery.

And that night, due to the goodness of the priest, the spell was broken and when he woke up, what did he see on his pillow but the naked beauty of a lovely young boy.

And that, my Lord, concludes the case for the defence.

(It's all right...I'm Catholic.)