The hair dresser turned a salon chair. Like a wet sack Anne plumped into the chair and crossed her arms.
“Well, this might get amusing", Sandy grinned and tied a cape around her neck.
“How short will it be?" she asked Anne’s mother.
“I want you to cut my daughter’s hair so short, that she won’t need any comb or brush, she’s too lazy to use one."
“Is that true, Anne?"
Anne didn’t answer. She just blew a few hair strands into her face and hid behind them.
Sandy started to comb Anne’s hair, but the comb stuck again and again.
“Good gracious, it’s really completely tangled. Anne, I have to agree with your mother, the only thing that can be done it to cut it off."
Anne’s mother nodded complacently.
“You don’t need to be afraid, Anne, you’ll surely look well with short hair; and it’s much more practical, when one doesn’t want to spend a lot of time caring for it."
Sandy gave up trying to untangle Anne’s hair and began to lift some hair strands with the comb cutting them off at finger’s length.
Snip, snip, snip, the long, brown, cut off hair was gathering on the cape.
