"I will," the Prince promised, and before night the snow-white cock had arrived at the laborer's cottage.
Early the next morning the frog girl prayed to the Sun.
"O golden Sun," she said, "I need your help! Give me some lovely clothes woven of your golden rays for I would not shame my Prince when I go to Court."
The Sun heard her prayer and gave her a gown of cloth of gold.
Instead of a flower she took a spear of wheat in her hand and then when the time came she mounted the white cock and rode to the palace.
This, the Bride of the Youngest Prince, Is My Choice
The guards at the palace gate at first refused to admit her.
"This is no place for frogs!" they said to her. "You're looking for a pond!"