The bald frog and a wig

This story began one rainy day. When the clouds had chased all of the creatures indoors and away from his kingdom. He, being a simple frog, set out to see the world that everyone else had shunned. In his travels, Newton the Frog, made a discovery. He was hopping along a most treacherous path by a seaside cliff when he saw hanging off the edge a cliff a marvelous stick. As the waves crashed in the distance, Newton took a closer look at the stick. Hanging off of the far end of the stick was a wig. Not an ordinary wig, a fantastic wig of flowing golden locks. The frog captured the image in his mind and then continued along his way mindful of the treacherous cliff-side path. Soon, the rain stopped and Newton went home listening to the sounds of all of the other creatures emerging from their hiding to reclaim the bits and pieces of his kingdom that he had claimed in their absense.