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Aaron’s Hair

Aaron wanted to look just like his daddy. So he let his hair get long… only then he started to have problems.

If he combed his hair up, his hair flipped down.If he combed his hair down, his hair flipped up.If he combed his hair over, his hair flipped under.If he combed his hair under, his hair flipped over.

One day, while Aaron was combing his hair, he got so that mad he yelled,“HAIR! I HATE YOU!”That hurt the hair’s feelings.It jumped off Aaron’s head and ran out of the bathroom.

When Aaron came downstairs, his mother said, “Aaron, you’re bald! What happened?”“My hair ran away,” said Aaron.“I got mad at it, and it ran away.”“This is terrible!” said his mother.“Go catch it.”

So Aaron ran out the door, and his mother went to pick up the baby.She noticed that the baby had a lot of hair.“Aaron!” she yelled. “I found your hair!”

But when Aaron ran back inside, the hair jumped over his head and ran out the door and down the street.So Aaron chased it down the street.

After a while, he came to a lady who was yelling and screaming,“HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!”“What’s the matter?” asked Aaron.“Look at my tummy,” said the lady.“This hair came running down the street and now it is growing on my tummy!”“It does look a little strange,” said Aaron.

“MAKE IT GO AWAY!” said the lady.“Just tell it to get off,” said Aaron.“Tell it you don’t like it.”The lady yelled, “HAIR, I HATE YOU!”The hair jumped off the lady and ran down the street, and Aaron ran after it.

Next Aaron came to a man who was running around in circles yelling,“HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!”“What’s the matter?” asked Aaron.“Look at me!” said the man.“This hair came running down the street, and now it is growing on my behind!”“It does look a little strange,” said Aaron.

“MAKE IT GO AWAY!” yelled the man.“Just tell it to get off,” said Aaron. “Tell it you don’t like it.”The man yelled, “HAIR, I HATE YOU!”The hair jumped off the man and ran down the street, and Aaron ran after it.

Aaron chased it all the way to the middle of downtown, where there was an enormous traffic jam.

A policeman was screaming,“HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!”Aaron went to the policeman and said, “That’s my hair.”“Your hair!” said the policeman.“This hair came running down the street, ran up my back, and started growing on my face.I can’t see a thing. I am supposed to be directing traffic and EVERYTHING is all jammed up!”

“Right,” said Aaron. “What a mess! Ten cars, nine motorcycles, eight trucks, seven buses, six baby carriages, five skateboards,four bicycles, three ambulances, two fire trucks, and one train.”“And my face!” said the policeman.“This hair is growing on my face!”“It does look a little strange,” said Aaron.

“MAKE IT GO AWAY,” yelled the policeman.“Just tell it to get off,” said Aaron.”Tell it you don’t like it.”” So the policeman yelled,”“HAIR! I HATE YOU!”The hair jumped off the policeman’s face and ran into the pile of cars.“Oh, no!” said Aaron.“Now, I’ll never find it.”

Just then the police chief came up and said,“What is going on? Everything is all jammed up… and who put that hair on the statue?”“Statue?” said Aaron.“The statue in the fountain,” said the police chief.“The one you kids always mess around with! Get that hair off the statue!”

So Aaron climbed up the statue and almost caught the hair, but it ran away and Aaron chased it all the way home.And then he couldn’t find it at all.

At dinner Aaron said, “I’m bald forever.I wish my hair would come back.I LIKE MY HAIR.”And the hair jumped off the father’s head onto the table,ran over the mashed potatoes, peas, and chicken, and climbed back onto Aaron’s head. “Fantastic,” said Aaron.“Now if I can just grow a beard, I will look like Daddy.”“No problem,” said the hair.