Плешивата жаба Джони :)

[Jamesmagno]

Автор - една канадска блогърка

Once upon a time there was a frog named Johnny McMiddleAged. Like many other amphibians, he suffered from Male Pattern Baldness. Johnny was tormented by his image in the mirror. His gleaming green head reflected blinding rays of insecurity that crippled his self esteem. He could no longer hop like he used to. He would simply drag his legs behind him, letting his head hang down as he moved about his life.

Johnny decided he needed to mask the pain that was crippling his life so he purchased a bright green wig made of bull rush and lily roots. He wore it proudly and found that people around him would actually smile upon seeing him. Johnny raised his head high as he hopped to work and back home again.

Then Johnny met a frogette named Sally McShallowPond. She told him how lovely his hair was and how handsome he was. They fell in love and were often found hopping from lily to lily at night, webbed hand in webbed hand.

Johnny decided he wanted to marry Sally. He asked her to meet him at the pond one day to talk. He wanted to show her the real Johnny before he proposed to her.

When they met he revealed the glistening orb that was his head beneath the wig of bull rush and lily root. Sally gasped and then cried. She told him she couldn't love a frog with no hair. She left him.

Johnny sat on that same lily for the next two weeks. He ate very little and didn't go to work. He felt lonely. His gleaming head has cursed his life. He can’t be happy with a wig, he can’t be happy without one. He tossed it into the water.

Night crept up on Johnny and he found him self staring at the reflection of himself in the starlit pond. Just then another frog hopped by.

"It's beautiful" she remarked.

"What's beautiful?" Pondered Johnny.

"The reflection of the moon and stars off the top of your wonderful head." she said.

A single tear dropped from Johnny's cheek.

The frogette hopped over and perched down next to Johnny and said "Oh, please don't cry. Whats your name?”

"Johnny... Johnny McMiddleAged..." he ribbitted.

"Hi Johnny, I'm Jenny. Do you mind if I watch the stars with you?" she said awkwardly.

Johnny pulled his head up and looked at her. To his most wonderful surprise, there in front of him, gleamed a head as bald as his. The stars gleamed and glistened off the beautiful green canvas that sat atop Jenny's shoulders.

"Of course not... The stars really are beautiful aren’t they?" He said.

"So very beautiful…" Jenny ribbitted as she turned her face toward the sky.


The End

[Boromir]

Много слабо. Тази "блогърка" да не е на 8 години ? Ако е, тогава окей. Ако не, много зле.

[Tanparmaiel]

Хихи, много си е сладко даже
Жабчета

[Calaf]

Не стреляйте по пианистката, тя толкова може!

[Crematory]

Ужасни сте.
И според мен е сладко
Никой не си е и представял, че ще имаме нещо от ранга на Шарл Перо/Братя Грим/Андерсен и прочие величия на приказките. Просто е мило.

[Calaf]

Мило, защото е инфантилно до дебилизъм?

[Jamesmagno]

Мило, защото е инфантилно до дебилизъм?

Именно!

[Joker]

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