An elderly man in North Florida had owned a large farm for several years.
He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and looks it over. He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.
He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end. One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave!" The old man frowned, "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked."
Holding the bucket up he said, "I'm just here to feed the alligator."
A couple of days later, the old man goes down to the pond to relax and enjoy the sunset. It's a beautiful evening, with a glorious sky and a chorus of crickets and frogs filling the air. The old man sits down at one of the picnic tables and savors a cold beer.
After awhile, he notices one sound in particular that doesn't seem to fit in with the crickets and frogs. It's the faint sound of a female voice humming a haunting tune. Curious, the old man starts walking around the pond to find the source of this sound.
At the far side of the pond, it becomes abundantly clear to him that the sound is coming from a stand of reeds. Peering through the reeds, the old man sees a fat frog sitting on a rock, singing a lullabye in a clear soprano voice. The frog sees him but doesn't move and doesn't seem concerned by his presence. In fact, the frog turns to look directly at him and sings a bit louder.
The old man scoops up the frog and holds in up in the waning light, trying to get a good look at it. When he holds it up to eye level, the frog stops singing and speaks to him in a lovely, feminine voice. "Sir, I am a magical frog. If you kiss me, I will turn in a beautiful young maiden who will satisfy your every desire."
"Really?" replies the old man. "That's mighty interesting."
"I do not lie," responds the frog. "I am a beautiful young maiden who has been transformed into a lowly frog by a witch's curse. If you kiss me, you can break that spell, and I will prove my gratitude by satisfying your every desire."
The old man looks at the frog for a little while and then slips it into his shirt pocket. "Mighty interesting things you find in this here swimmin' pond," he says. "First a bunch of naked girls, and now this frog."
"If that is your desire, kind sir," says the frog, "I will swim in this pond naked every day for your pleasure, if only you will kiss me and turn me back into the beautiful young maiden that I truly am."
"Nah, not interested in that," replies the old man as he walks to his house.
"What are you doing?" asks the frog. "Why don't you just kiss me and turn me into a beautiful young maiden. I promise to pleasure you and make you feel as virile as a young stallion every day for the rest of your days!"
The old man doesn't reply. Instead, he goes inside and starts fixing dinner. The frog starts sounding desperate. "Mister, why are you ignoring me? I'm telling you, I'm a gorgeous babe with a hot body, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me if only you'll kiss me and turn me back into a human!"
The old man takes the frog out of his shirt pocket and sets it on the kitchen table. "Listen here, now, frog. I'm not ignoring you, but at my age, I'd rather have a talking frog."