The Wig

Well, It seems that everyone enjoyed my little story about Sprong so I will write more. You can stop the insanity at any time by asking........ or closing you eyes. Okay, so..... the next episode of Sprong.


Sprong Gets a Wig

If you can recall, we left poor Sprong hopping away unhappily, after just having descovered that he is bald, and wondering why no one had told him before. Being as intent on his thoughts as he was, and seeing as how a frog cannot think and hop at the same time, it is understandable that Sprong soon hopped right into a wall.
"OOfff!" He grunted uncomfortably. "This would have to happen to me. I'm always unlucky like that."
"Unlucky like what?"
Sprong was startled.
"Who said that?"
"Me, I did."
Sprong looked up.
"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there.. What are you?"
Sprong had never seen anything like him.
"I", the animal said, "am a lizard. Haven't you ever seen a lizard before?"
"No." Sprong replied, "You look like a snake with legs to me."
"Oh, really?" The lizard replied irritated, "Well you look odd yourself. Who ever heard of a bald frog?"
Sprong was hurt by this, but he had a sudden idea.
"Hey... You were a snake, and you got legs. Maybe I can get fuzz!"
"I am not, was not, do not want to be a snake!" replied the lizard. "But I think you may be on to something. I know of a place where you might be able to get some fuzz. I don't know how you'll get it to stick to your slippery body though."
"Well, where can I get some?" Sprong asked getting excited, " How do I get there?"
After giving Sprong directions, if somewhat roundabout, the lizard resumed his sunbath, and Sprong hopped excitedly in the direction of the fuzz.

He had been hopping for quite some time, when he came to the spot the lizard was talking about. It was magnificent. He had never seen so much fuzz in all his life. And in all sorts of colors too.
(For those of you who may be wondering, this particular fuzz had come from plants, much like dandelions, which happened to be seeding.)
Sprong Sat and looked at the stuff, wondering how on earth he was to get it to stick to him. He absentmindedly flicked out his toungue to catch a fly, and caught a whole bunch of fluff in his mouth instead. Then when he could not get the stuff out of his mouth he realized what he needed to do. He found it rather disgusting at first, but the stickiness of his saliva did the trick.
When he was completely covered in fuzz he looked at himself in a puddle nearby, and admired all the colors.
"I am so good looking." He said to himself. "In fact, I look even better that the other frogs."
And with that he hopped of to go show everyone at his pond.



Read the next issue of "Sprong":
"Sprong Meets His Long Lost Bother Spongy"