The Bald Frog
Once there was a poor old frog who had once been a prince. He felt sad on his lily pad for when he had been a prince he had had a full head of long, curly hair. He now felt uncomfortably bald (and uncomfortably nauseous, he still had butterflies in his stomach). He thought that perhaps he could find some dog hair to cover his poor, slimy head. He hopped in a very froggy manner to his dog. But sadly, as all frogs do, he had to ribbit. His big, slick mouth opened to release a long ribbit that was satisfying for the moment. But the next moment he regretted that ribbit. For 30 minutes he was hopping hurriedly around the garden with a hunting-instinct-activated dog at his tail. He eventually hopped into the sewer (which the sewer used) where he thought about chickens. The slick sewage reminded him of bird poop and he set off to the chicken coop. Again, he let out a long ribbit and the rooster and his "court of ladies" chased the poor frog for 45 minutes, pecking dangerously close...