The Frog and the Wig
a story by purple pixie
One day Mr. Frog and Miss Woodchuck went out together to take a stroll around the lake. The lake was a fine place, where many couples would go to take a boat out or go for a stroll.
Just before Mr. Frog set out to meet Miss Woodchuck, he looked at himself in the hall mirror. “My!” he exclaimed, “This will never do! I have no hair, and Miss Woodchuck greatly adores the look of hair on animals!” So he hopped into his bedroom, where he looked around for something he could wear as a wig. He finally found what he could use. As he cut and glued, cut and glued, Mr. Frog kept glancing at the clock. There. He was done. As he popped the wig on his head, he took one last look at the clock. 3:26 He had just four minutes until Miss Woodchuck would start wondering. He hopped as fast as he could without working up a sweat.
When he reached Miss Woodchuck’s burrow, he called, “Miss Woodchuck, I’m here!” Her head was down because she was wiping dirt off her dress. “Sorry, I was just doing my hair. . . Um, do you like rupees? She hastily changed the subject as soon as she looked at Mr. Frog. “Er. . . I like U.S. dollars, I have no need for Indian rupees Miss Woodchuck. . .” They continued with their talk this way until they finished their stroll. As they parted ways, Miss Woodchuck called out, “I like you much better, Mr. Frog, bald. Please don’t cut up mops, glue them to baseball caps, and call it hair. Goodbye!”
And everyone laughed at poor Mr. Frog!
a story by purple pixie
One day Mr. Frog and Miss Woodchuck went out together to take a stroll around the lake. The lake was a fine place, where many couples would go to take a boat out or go for a stroll.
Just before Mr. Frog set out to meet Miss Woodchuck, he looked at himself in the hall mirror. “My!” he exclaimed, “This will never do! I have no hair, and Miss Woodchuck greatly adores the look of hair on animals!” So he hopped into his bedroom, where he looked around for something he could wear as a wig. He finally found what he could use. As he cut and glued, cut and glued, Mr. Frog kept glancing at the clock. There. He was done. As he popped the wig on his head, he took one last look at the clock. 3:26 He had just four minutes until Miss Woodchuck would start wondering. He hopped as fast as he could without working up a sweat.
When he reached Miss Woodchuck’s burrow, he called, “Miss Woodchuck, I’m here!” Her head was down because she was wiping dirt off her dress. “Sorry, I was just doing my hair. . . Um, do you like rupees? She hastily changed the subject as soon as she looked at Mr. Frog. “Er. . . I like U.S. dollars, I have no need for Indian rupees Miss Woodchuck. . .” They continued with their talk this way until they finished their stroll. As they parted ways, Miss Woodchuck called out, “I like you much better, Mr. Frog, bald. Please don’t cut up mops, glue them to baseball caps, and call it hair. Goodbye!”
And everyone laughed at poor Mr. Frog!
