Tell that story about the frog and the wig...

I was prompted to make up a story about a frog and a wig... this is what I came up with:

There once was a bald frog named Ted. Ted thought it was peculiar that the frog community began to grow hair when, as history books can tell you, frogs never had hair. Each frog grew luscious radiant hair except for him. He did not fret though, he figured he could continue the legacy of the bald frogs that had reigned the land before time. However the frog community did not take lightly to this, believing that Ted thought he was better for his clean scalp. He did not though, he just believed in preserving the past and his bald heritage. One night the frogs conspired to make Ted one of them. They devised a plan so horrid my ears bled as I heard them. The following morning, Ted woke up in the worst pain he had ever experienced. He thought that he had just slept funny, but when he went to the pond and look at his reflection, the Ted that went to sleep was not looking back at him. A wig that resembled the style of Elvis Presley was fastened to his head by glue, tacks, and caulk. He pulled and pulled, but the only thing that came up was his head. He was very sad and depressed, but was well welcomed by the frog community. They expected him to be overjoyed by this newfound warmth, but instead was sickened by their petty painful ways. He leaped to the middle of the town and pulled at the wig till he pulled his own head off and died. The end.