A Blogger profile question gone awry...

Ok... I took this question a littel too seriously... but was on a role and couldn't stop! This is all off the cuff - that is how most of my writing is... Without further ado...
"The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:"

Once there was a regal frog name Clifton. He was a very dashing and handsome frog with long, luxurious golden hair, but always a bit nosey. Well, one day he saw a beautiful princess sitting on the dock on his pond, with her feet dangling gently in the water. She was scrubbing some foamy stuff on her legs... Being the nosey type, he HAD to take a closer look - she had great legs after all and we all know about frogs and legs! He hopped up onto the dock next to her, startling her. She jumped, screamed and spilled the whole bottle of foamy stuff right on top of his head! She gasped, staring at this large lump of foam sitting next to her. The bottle of foamy stuff, lying on it side next to him. She parted the foam away from the frogs face to see if he was ok. "PLEASE! Rinse this icky foamy stuff off of me!" croaked the frog. So the Princess picked him up gently and set him into the water. The indignant frog dove down into the water and came back up and hopped back onto he dock about to give the Princess a piece of his mind. The look of horror on her face made him pause. He noticed her eyes darting from him to a small pile of golden thread next to him... then it hit him... that was not thread!!! He frantically felt his head... Then looked down into the water to see hi reflection. A long bloodcurdling screaming croak emitted from the frogs throat. He croaked and croaked and croaked, until he nearly croaked. He looked over at the bottle and read "NAIR" Sobbing he looked up at the beautiful princess. Feeling quite sorry for the poor frog, she quickly thought of a grand plan! She tenderly picked up the frog and said "do not fret my noble frog, I have a plan to restore you to your former grandeur!" Setting him down, she scooped up the small pile of golden hair and dashed off to her castle. The frog, dazed and traumatized by the whole ordeal just stared blankly off towards the grand castle, waiting... Three days passed. The frog did not budge. He sat in his stupor, starring blankly, waiting. On the fourth day, feeling more hopeless than ever, he saw the Princess running full speed towards the pond. Panting heavily, she sits next to Clifton and holds out a small box to him, a huge satisfied smile upon her face. Clifton looked up at her questioningly and slowly open the little package. As he removed the top, he let of a croak of excitement! There, in that little box was his long, luxurious golden hair all neatly made into a spectacular little wig! She gently took it out and placed it up his little frog head. Amazed, he looked down into the water and there he saw the most regal of frogs, his long, luxurious golden hair waving gently in the breeze. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Declared the frog. The princess bent down gently to kiss him... at that, is how they really met!