Sammy and haircuts didn't get along. "I don't need a haircut!" he
would always argue. One day Sammy got his worst haircut yet. After
that, he decided he would never get another haircut again.
For a while he loved his long hair. It grew past his eyes, and he
liked how it blew in every direction when it was windy outside. It
grew past his nose, and he liked how it moved when he shook his head
around. It grew past his chin, and he didn't miss the barber at all.
But as his hair got longer, some things got harder. It was harder
for Sammy to see since the hair covered his eyes. He ate two stacks
of napkins before he realized they weren't pancakes.
It was also harder for Sammy to wash his hair since it was so long.
In the shower, he found two potato chips and a paper clip stuck in
his hair. It was even harder for Sammy to wear hats. His baseball
cap couldn't possibly fit on a head with so much hair.
His hair grew past his shoulders, and Sammy didn't know what to do
with it. It grew past his belly button, and Sammy wasn't enjoying
his long hair as much as he used to. It grew past his feet, and
Sammy kept tripping over it. Sammy was not so happy with his long
hair anymore.
Finally, one morning his parents had enough, so they marched up to
his room to take him to the barber. But by that time his hair had
filled up the entire room, and it was still growing!
Sammy squeezed out the front door, and his hair followed behind. He
sat in the backseat of the car, and his hair dragged behind him. His
parents sat him in the barber chair, and his hair filled up the
entire shop!
When the haircut was over Sammy felt great. When he looked in the
mirror he decided that maybe he was wrong about haircuts.
Everyone was happy... except for the barber who spent the next three
days cleaning up all the hair he had cut.