THE BALD FROG AND THE WIG......

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The bald frog and the wig…..

A story by Charles King Byrne

Once upon a time, there were two little boys named Zach and Chaz.  Now Chaz and Zach were the cutest little boys in the world.  They were the smartest little boys in the world, and they were the happiest little boys in the world.

One sunny day, the boys were walking down a gravel path and came across a beautiful green frog sitting on a large rock, just watching the day go by.

They probably would never have noticed the amphibian had he not been wearing a bright gold, green, and magenta wig.

The boys, not wanting to frighten the frog, slowly walked towards him to get a better look.  Suddenly the frog's eyes popped open!  He quickly scurried to stuff the colorful wig beneath his ample shape.  For a few moments, he looked around casually, as if there wasn't a care in the world... as if he hadn't noticed the two human observers just a few feet away.  Then, turning towards them he barked out an accusatory "What?"

Chaz and Zach looked at each other, each silently asking the other, "Did you hear that?"

"WHAT?"  Again, the croak came unmistakably from the green amphibian on the rock.

"You can talk!" Zach said with shock and glee.  Now it was the frog's turn to look utterly surprised.  "You can understand me?"

"You CAN talk!" Cried Chaz.

"Of course I can talk, all frogs can talk!  It just you humans don't take time to listen."

Zach, never one to waste time when there was a burning question in his mind shot out, "What was the wig for?"

"What wig?" The frog asked, not lying as quite as well as he'd like.

"The one you just hid under your butt."  Chaz grinned.  Good thing dad wasn't here to witness Zach's poor choice of words.

Zach stepped towards the frog, who out of survival instincts long bred into his genes jumped to another rock.  Only in mid jump, as he was flying through the air, did he realize what he had left behind.  Sitting alone on the rock, was the multi-colored hair he had tried so hard to avoid.

"This wig." Zach said softly as he picked it up.......

The poor frog was caught.  There was now no denying the rainbow afro in Zach's hand.

"Well...." The embarrassed little being began.  "You see, this is an unusual area.  Just over that hill is my bog.  But this area here is where a buncha' peacocks hang out.  I wanna meet the peacocks, but they won't pay attention to me 'cause I'm only one color."

"If they don't wanna' talk with you, why would you wanna' talk with them?"

The frog blinked towards Zachary, baffled at the very question.

to be continued