The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the frog and the wig.(question from my profile page)

Once upon a time, in a land much like our own, a young child lived in a lush, beautiful, forest far away from other people. She often would walk through the trees, lying under ferns or in patches of wildflowers. One such patch of particularly fine smelling flora grew beside a small, slow, trickling, stream. The stream was far clearer than any from our world and gleamed with exquisite beauty that would wrap around and through the little girl, holding her snug and warm inside a tight blanket of love and radiance. Despite the tenderness the stream draped over her, the girl became lonely. She desired a true friend, one that she could touch and hold. Now, there is one important difference between our world and the one in which the little girl lived. In her land, magical things could happen if wished for hard enough; and that is exactly what the little girl did. So much did she want a friend, so hard did she wish that before her widening eyes a young frog slipped out of the sparkling water as though pulling himself from a close-fitting sheath. As the beads of water fell from his smooth bright skin, he stepped forward toward the while smiling. “You truly are a beautiful girl,” said the frog, “with your silken locks bouncing so cheerily around your bright, healthy face.” His voice was so smooth and kind and the young girl immediately took a liking to him. “Well!” the girl excitedly said, “you are most certainly as pretty as I am, with such bright beautiful colors all over you! Not one of these flowers is even close to as handsome as you.” The frog looked bashful and for a moment paused before speaking again, “I could never be as lovely as you, for I have no hair upon my head or face. I am bald as a stone and I am ever so embarrassed.” The girl giggled at how the frog felt but could do nothing to make him feel better. It was true that the frog was extremely self-conscious about his shimmering, hairless head, and every time another creature came around he would jump away and hide as fast as he could. The little girl got so frustrated with the frog because of this that she finally cut a lock from her own head and fashioned a wig for him that wrapped with a string around his chin. The frog was so happy and hopped all over before giving the girl a big hug. Soon though, the hair on the frogs wig became brittle and the luster wore away quickly. The frog became shy again and was no longer happy. The girl wanted so badly for the frog to be happy again. She wished as hard as she possibly could but nothing would happen. She wished so much that she hurt inside and had nothing but tears and anger left for the poor young frog. She screamed at him, and yelled as hard as she could through her tears. As her sharp words hit the frog and stretched over him, a hair began growing upon his head for every word that the girl threw from her mouth. The girl could not see through her tears, and when her anger finally ceased she wiped away her tears and saw before her the happiest frog ever seen. Since the frog was now so cheerful and would not run away at the sight of other creatures, the girl was able to be joyful again as well. And so they lived in the forest, best of friends, happily ever after.