| My
fable is:
Froggie was hoppily happily hopping along
one day, down a bridge over his favorite river with his most favorite
lily pads.
Then he spotted something gray and
large. At first, he thought it was a bunny rabbit with a huge fuzzy
tail, but then as he hop-hop-hopped closer, he
noticed it was a wig! This, he thought, will
solve all of my baldness problems!
Bald Froggie was exhilarated at his
new discovery. He put the wig on, then hopped down to the riverbank and
peered down into the river. He looked at his reflection and marveled at
his beauty. “How wonderfully handsome I look in this wig! Now, everyone
will love me!” he said excitedly.
He moved in closer to the rushing
river, then suddenly, his wig slipped off! "Oh
no!" Froggie cried. "My wig! My wig! Someone get my wig! Without it, how
shall I be admired? How will I be beautiful? Oh good gracious me,
somebody get my wig!" He flapped his little frog arms about and hopped
up and down crying for his wig back.
Froggie then began hopping quickly
down the riverbank, chasing after his newly found love. Sadly, the
current of the water was faster than he was.
But he was determined, oh yes he was, to get his wig back.
Then, a clearing came up, and the
river sounded faster and louder than ever. Oh no, he thought. There's a
waterfall! MY WIG! I'm going to lose my wig! Then, before his very eyes,
he saw the now gray blotch in the distance disappear over the edge of
the Earth -- so it
seemed -- and his
wig was now gone. Forever.
Tears welled up in Froggie's eyes and
he sat at the edge of the riverbank and looked once again at his
reflection. "How ugly I am now, without my wig," he said aloud.
He put his hand on his head and felt
his bare head. He hung his head in shame.
Then a gray bunny was hopping along,
and noticed the moping frog. The gray bunny hopped up to him and asked,
"What's wrong, friend?" "Oh nothing," he sighed heavily. "It's just, I
found a wig, you see, and then it fell in the river when I was looking
at myself in it. Then I chased it down, but it fell over the waterfall,
and now it is gone."
"Oh my," the bunny said
sympathetically. "That's too bad, but..." She examined him, up and down,
inspecting every inch of his bright green body. "But what?" He
questioned. "But I think you look handsome, no matter what. You don't
need a wig to make yourself attractive; beauty
is all natural. Artificial items don't make us beautiful;
our own personality does.
And obviously, you have a charming
personality, therefore you are beautiful." She pointed into the
reflective mirror. "Look at yourself, friend, there is nothing for you
to be ashamed of."
He peered once again over the bank and
stared into his reflection. He stared long and hard, and after a few
seconds of gazing, he blinked a few times and looked back to the gray
bunny. She was gone. She had disappeared in a matter of seconds. He
glanced around quickly, wondering where she could have gone. The gray
bunny who was sitting right there, next to him just seconds ago, was now
gone.
This puzzled him deeply. But he looked
back into the river, where he then saw, the gray bunny next to him, in
the reflection. Then he heard the faintest whisper, "See, my dear bald
friend, you are beautiful."
The End |