'What ever you have in your pockets' the frog looked down and realised he only had a bag and in that bag was a pebble he had picked up from the beach. So he handed her the rock and placed the wig upon his head. Wishing her well and walking away he heard a splash, He turned round and the mermaid had gone the only thing left was the wet patch on the rock which slowly was vanishing because the sun was high in the sky by this point. The frog carried on his journey along the promenade wearing the wig with pride. He was not just a bald frog called Friedrig he was now a handsome hairy frog called Freidrig,
-The end of chapter 1-
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