The Frog and the Wig

Ok, so this thing asked me for a story about a frog and a wig. I wrote one, and then it told me it was too long. So here it is. And don't blame me if it's random. The title is strange enough.

The Frog and the Wig

Once upon a time, there was a frog named Gary. He lived in a meadow by the river with his mummy and his daddy, and during the day he'd sit paddle in the pond, and by night he'd be tucked up in his leafy bed, where he'd watch the stars through his little window. When Gary was born, he was different from all the other frogs who were blessed with glorious long locks of hair. Some frogs had oak brown hair, while some had firey red hair. But poor Gary was born with no hair at all, and he was bullied by the other little frogs for being bald. It wasn't his fault that he'd not grown any; it was his daddy's for being a numpty.

One night, a fairy appeared in Gary's room. "Go away, you weirdo!" he shouted, but the fairy ignored his cry and fluttered nearer the bed.

"Young Gary," he said, "you have been born with no hair and the young frogs make fun of you. Is this true?" Gary looked at the fairy, completely conzuffled by what he was witnessing: a guinea pig in a tutu, with a sparkly wand and limp wrists, a sight only seen on street corners at 3am.
"It's true," replied Gary.
"Well, young Gary. I am here to help," the fairy said, standing up from the bed. With a swish of his wand, a cloud of smoke appeared, and when it cleared, the fairy held out his hand for Gary to see. And in his hand were the most luxurious locks of hair that Gary had ever seen before, in a crimson so red, his blood would be envious. Gary smiled gleefully at the fairy as he stretched out to touch the silky wig.
"This is for you," the fairy said, handing the wig to Gary. "Go and be happy, find a nice girl and settle down. I never managed!"

So Gary took the hair, put it on his head and went out into the night in search of his true love, and the fairy went home happily to have a cuppa with his slave.

The End.