I wrote a story for the randomly generated question in the profile setup, but it was too large to post there, so it gets to be my first blog post!
"The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:"
Frog's Wig
A long time ago, when the world was new, Frog was a very different creature than he is today; he had lush, thick hair and could frequently be seen vainly strutting around the forest, proclaiming the beauty of his luxurious pompadour and denigrating the hairdos of the other forest denizens. These poor creatures were sick to death of Frog's criticisms, but unfortunately, he was right; not one of them could match the plush verdance of his perfectly manicured coif.
Now, in this age Rabbit's behind was as bare as the surface of the moon and Frog took particular malicious glee in poking fun at the barren waste on his rump. One day, after a particularly snide remark, Rabbit decided it was time for Frog to get his comeuppance and crafted a plan to put him in his place. He sent out word to all the creatures, great and small, that the Forest would host a beauty contest, to determine, which animal was the most hip; Frog, of course, entered immediately and cackled with glee at the thought of the fame his hair would have. Soon, animals started arriving from all over the globe to participate and Frog cloistered himself, preening and prepping each individual follicle.
The night before the contest, Rabbit stopped by to confirm Frog was ready for the big day and slyly invited him out for a drink, to toast to his success. Never passing up an opportunity to belittle his favorite object of ridicule, Frog instantly agreed to a night out. However, amphibians absolutely cannot hold their liquor and pretty soon Frog was insensible and comatose. Taking the advantage of this incapacitance, Rabbit carefully plucked every strand of hair from Frog’s head and departed to prepare his coup de grace for the contest.
The next morning, Frog awoke and, bleary-eyed and head pounding, stumbled back to his home to get ready for the contest; he noted how chilly it was, but put it down to the hangover. He went to the bathroom to take shower but the instant he locked eyes with the mirror he realized that he was completely hairless; his pet, his beauty, his magnificent hairdo was gone! Croaking in panic he hopped around his house frantically, trying to figure out what had happened and where he could come up with a pile of hair at such short notice; he certainly couldn’t back out now, after all the strutting and boasting he did. Eventually, his eyes fell on the old mop in the kitchen; with all his products and skills, he could surely create a reasonable facsimile of his MIA mane, couldn’t he?
Soon, it was time for the contest and the competition was fierce! There was Lion, taking time off from his scavenging to display his mighty neckbeard; Bear, showing off her cinnamon coat streaked red with berries; Hippo, having been dared to compete by Spider, shining his bald pate in the sun; haughty Penguin from Antarctica, waddling about in his evening jacket and monocle; Turtle, who decided to come out of his shell and of course, miserable Frog, trying to detract attention from his hidden shame. After a parade down to the stage, the contest proceeded to the judging, with the crowd voicing their approval or disapproval for the animal on display.
One by one, the contestants’ worth was reviewed, until finally it was Frog’s turn. He hopped up to the stage and carefully walked down the catwalk. As he neared the tip of the stage, Rabbit suddenly came leaping out of the tree above and knocked Frog to the ground, dislodging his wig. The crowd gasped in surprise as Frog stood up, displaying his baldness . . . and then promptly exploded with laughter as Rabbit turned around and revealed what he had done with Frog’s wonderful hair: he had woven it into a poofy tail and was wearing it on his rump!
The animals howled with laughter as Frog ran away from the Forest and hid his shameful, hairless body in the Swamp. He still sits there to this day, quietly plotting his revenge in the muck: “Rabbit, rabbit . . . “