A long time ago, in a land far away, there was a Bishop.
He was wandering trough a sunny field, reading his Bible and praising the beauties of Creation, while a croak stopped him.
He looked down and, besides a small bush, he saw a Frog who told him:
“Bishop, Bishop! Please kiss me!”
The Bishop was disgusted at the Frog’s proposal and told the Frog: “Go away,” he said, “I would never commit such a horrible deed!”, and went on with his walk, reading his Bible and praising the beauties of Creation.
He approached a small pond. As he was contemplating it, he heard again the croak: he looked down, and there was again the Frog.
“Bishop, bishop,” he started, “let me explain: I once was a beautiful Prince, but a horrible Sorceress transformed me into this animal. A kiss could break the spell! Please, Bishop, kiss me!”
“No!”, thundered the Bishop, “Go away, you hellish pervert”, and off he walked.
His stroll was alas spoiled, and the Bishop decided to go back home – but, right there on the front porch…
The Bishop was furious. He kicked the frog away, and entered his house. He shut his door and blinds and, exhausted, lay down on his bed.
Would you believe it? Right there on the bed there was the Frog.
“Bishop, please! Just one kiss and you’ll break the spell”.
“If I don’t do it,” thought the Bishop, “this hideous Frog will never leave me alone!”, and he kissed it.
Right there on the bed, in a magic cloud, the Frog turned into a wonderful Prince, twelve years old, completely naked. As you can see, my client is completely innocent. I rest my case.