The frog and the wig...

(This was from a random question asked as a writing exercise, and I was too amused to just delete it...)

There once was a frog raised away from other frogs. When he was young, he was plucked from his pond and family by a small child and placed in a glass jar. Taken to that child's home, he was raised with their family, and as he grew from a tadpole into a frog, he realized that he was different from his family. His skin was green, he walked differently, he spoke differently. Desperately, this young frog wanted to fit in. What could he do?

He tried to paint his skin to match theirs, but it washed off everytime he hopped into the water. He tried to walk and talk like they did, but he just wasn't built for it. One day, it occurred to him that if he had hair on his head, he would blend in for sure!

So, he talked to the Dog of the house, and asked him to bring him some of his fur after he was brushed the next time. Naturally wanting to please and not caring why, the dog agreed. Soon, the young frog had hair that he happily applied to his head, and kept it there with a small hair-tie that he wrapped around his little scull.

So dressed, he hopped out of his container to go join the family for dinner. On the way there, he was eaten by the cat, who happily mistook him for a furry mouse.