Random Question: The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig.

That was my random question, so children here's the story!! The ending to be finished later...

One day in the deep woods, there was a young frog who was exploring. His name was Croak. He was the toughest bullfrog around, he would complete any dare, and he was the strongest around. He was still a teen at age 15, but gave his poor parents more than they could handle! They often wondered where they'd gone wrong! (They didn't know that he had been born that way, and it had nothing to do with them.) Croak was also a handsome young dude, who was tall, with luscious flowing hair the color and richness of maple syrup. He was pround of that hair, and took good care of it. (At his house of course, where no one could see him do it.) Although Croak was such a bullfrog, he still had many friends. Currently, he and his friends Hop, and Ribbit were coming upon a large pond that they'd never seen before.
"Wow, it looks pretty wicked!" Croak exclaimed.
"Yeah dude!" agreed Hop.
Ribbit, the more quiet and sensible one, said: "I guess so, it's pretty neat." Little did they know that the pond was "wicked." This was the old pond that many grandfrogs spoke of. There were many legends behind its mystical waters. Some said that it's waters would burn you alive, others that it would make you a new creature, change your personality, make you bald, and yet other stories said it would make your skin turn a new color. All these were intriguing things to tell young, gullible children, but no one knew the real truth. Luckily though, the boys decided not to plunge into it's exotic water... yet.
"Let's bounce on back home and tell everyone our discovery!! We can come back tomorrow. It's past my suppertime!" suggested Ribbit, who was in truth sort of alarmed. Hop and Croak agreed and they headed back, excited about their discovery. Before bedtime the whole community knew of their finding. The next day, a large group of curious onlookers followed the trio to the mysterious pond. Even some of the grandfrogs came along. After a while they came to it.
"Isn't it sweet!?!" asked Croak. Some agreed, while others just stared at the pond. They had very few ponds as big and startling as this one was. The grandfrogs soon realized that this was the legendary pond and storytelling broke out, with some stories being interrupted with other versions. Everyone listened though, and soaked the stories up with awe. After everyone had told their own version, the teens spoke up.
Hop began the ruckus with, "Wow. That's crazy! But no one knows the truth?!? I bet sometime we will..." A plan was hatching in his pea-brain. He was never very loyal to Croak, but just hung out with him when no one better was around. Besides, lately Croak had been getting on his nerves...
"I doubt it!" someone replied, "No one is dumb enough to do that!!"
But, Hop's plan may just be able to prove the legends to be true...
"Hey Croak," he began, "we all know you're the toughest bullfrog around but, you haven't been put to the test yet..."
"What do you mean!?!" Croak retorted.
"So far you've never backed down on anything. Everyone admits you're the strongest, and most handsome around." Hop continued, trying to make him feel proud and invincible.
"That's right. So, what's this test you spoke of?" Croak may be strong and handsome but he wasn't the brightest frog.
"Stupid," Hop said, "I bet you wouldn't take a swim in that pond for anything in the world! After all, no one would do that!" He paused, waiting for Croak's reply.
Croak had heard the magic word "bet" and was already deeply considering it. He began looked more thouroughly at the pond, evaluating its depth and width.
"No one yet-I might just be the first. What are those stories anyway? Fake things old people made up when they got bored!" he countered back.
Now the frogs gathered started to get curious, not sure what that spunky teen would do. Before the bet was formalized though, Ribbit spoke up, "Croak, you know you're my best frog, I wouldn't let you do such an outrageous thing! Now just listen to reason! That pond is dangerous in all the stories we just heard. Do you REALLY want to be the one who finds out the truth?? I don't think so! Don't do it,Hop's just trying to egg you on!!" Ribbit rambled on some more, but Croak had made up his mind. "Thanks for yo concern, brother, but I ain't gonna get harm'd! I be just fine!" Then he turned and announced to the crowd, "I accept Hop's bet, so ya'll just better watch me! Mebbe get yo cameras out, and those video recorders! This is probably going to be nothin' though!! Can I get a countdown??" He prepared himself mentally and physically for whatever would happen.
"10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3--2---1!!" Everyone called out, knowing that Croak wouldn't back down, and they really did want to know what would happen to this young boy. Now, Hop was starting to feel guilty, he knew Croak would accept, but it hadn't bothered him until now. He hoped that he'd magically change his mind, or nothing would happen to him. Oh no!!! Hop was beginning to rot away with guilt.
Croak had heard "1," from the countdown, hesitated a second, then dived into the pond. Immediately a fog of sapphire water splashed upwards. Croak disappeared into the slimy water, his eyes wide open. He saw no fish, or animals anywhere. It was dim and hard to tell details. However, as soon as he hit the water, he knew at least some of the legends were true. He felt a tingling all over, and felt like he was being jerked a bunch of different ways at once. It was an awful sensation, and he was getting scared. Then, it felt like something like gumballs were falling on top of him, along with the jerking and tingling. He was just suspended in one spot for what seemed like years. Finally, he was pushed, (or that's what he thought,) to the surface of that strange pond. A great gasp went up, as he flew out of the pond, and landed on the woodland ground again. Frogs of all ages rushed backwards to avoid being smushed by him. When he landed in a heap all the onlookers could do was stare. He had turned into...