Princess Tina wandered through the palace halls, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she admired the lively beauty outside. Prince Webster joined her at the window, his gaze affectionate, grateful to have been freed from his former amphibian fate. "Our home feels so alive, Webster," "It’s all thanks to your kindness, Tina,"

Princess Tina sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as the croaks vibrated through the walls. "These frogs are so noisy. No one in the palace can rest!" Prince Webster shook his head gently, his expression thoughtful. "I can’t send them away. They were my companions when I was once a frog,"

Princess Tina pondered quietly, her eyes thoughtful as she rolled her golden ball in the grass. "If only their voices sounded sweeter," she murmured, as the frogs blinked curiously from the water’s edge.

"Hello, my little friends!" called Princess Tina brightly, her smile inviting. The frogs croaked in response, their eyes wide with anticipation as she gently tapped the xylophone, filling the garden with cheerful music. "Let’s try this together. Small frogs, sing the high sounds," She played bright, tinkling notes, signaling the youngest frogs. "Big frogs, you sing the deep sounds," She tapped the lower bars, and larger frogs joined in with resonant croaks.

The frogs learned quickly, their voices becoming softer and more melodious. Tina’s laughter mingled with their song as she guided them, creating a gentle lullaby that traveled through the garden. Prince Webster watched from the palace steps, pride shining in his eyes.

From that night on, the frogs’ choir filled the darkness with sweet music, transforming the garden into a place of serenity. Princess Tina and Prince Webster rested easily, knowing their kindness had brought harmony to their world. The frogs’ song became a cherished tradition, a nightly gift for all within the palace walls.