Young Sally was quite proud of her dark brown pixie hair. She felt it gave her special powers. One day young Sally's hair mysterious fell out. She decided that she was ready for a change and requested a wig with long luxurious curls. Her loving parents agreed that is exactly what young Sally needed.
During recess at young Sally's school it was not uncommon for the gym doors to be propped open. Often a squirrel would meander in to watch the children. On this particular day young Sally was now almost completely bald and she decided that today would be the day to wear her new wig.
For the past few weeks she had been quietly admiring strapping Johnny, the cutest boy in the second grade. During recess she followed him to the other side of the gym. Peeking around the corner, she watched him play volleyball. The ball was coming right to strapping Johnny. The ball hit the side of his hand and headed straight for young Sally. As young Sally stretched out her hands to catch the ball so that she might return it and win favor from strapping Johnny the ball hit her in the head.
Unaware that the ball had caught her wig, her baldness was now apparent to her entire class. A collective gasp filled the gymnasium as the wigged ball rolled by. Off to the side young Sally saw the wigged ball roll by and thought it was a squirrel.
The wigged ball rolled right up to Sally's tiny feet. When she realized what it was she picked up her wig and daintily blew off the dirt from the inside of the wig and flipped her long curls back onto her head. She picked up the ball, straightened her small shoulders and returned the ball to strapping Johnny.
Today young Sally is a Mother of two adorable children, works, and is a full time student studying to be a virologist. She has the courage of a lion and I am proud to call her my friend.