. . . and glad of it. Most of the time, anyhow. But lily-petal broth for lunch ""settles it! I'm not glad I'm a frog! I'm very unglad! I'm going to be something else!"" (""'It's nourishing,' said his mother."") Diane Massie's snappy repartee, her wily way with line and her light-hearted color make of Waiter's escapades something more than the usual identity-sampling, disillusion, and return to the fold. For one thing, Walter is never at a loss: when the fish question his claim to be a bird, he's a ""sea sparrow""; and if his nest on a lily pad ""turns out like a boat, so what can you do? . . ."" As for being a fish and not liking ground snails, well, ""some fish can't stand them."" Then it's back home to lily-petal broth -- and ""crackers too."" ""'WELL, THAT'S DIFFERENT!' said Walter. 'I'll stay then.'"" Ephemeral maybe, but entertaining.