Some important lessons learned recently include: how to groom her hair, how to get the brush out if it were to get tangled to the shit-house and the consequences of these said actions.
And so the story goes, as she tried to brush her beautiful blond hair on her own, the brush got a little sticky. With little, if any persistence of trying to get the brush out, she decided the best course of action was to take a pair of scissors and cut the bastard out. She probably thought- what the hell? (perhaps not in those words exactly) My hair will grow back, this is much less painful then if i try to yank it out and I don't think anyone will notice. Or perhaps, much like myself as a 6 year old, she didn't think at all and proceeded to commit the crime of massacaring her beautiful blond hair.
I'm not exactly sure where she disposed of the evidence, but forensics revealed a cowlick at the top of her head in place of her long luscious locks. At first her parents were concerned that she might have had some sort of illness causing her to lose hair. They thought about bringing her to see the doctor. But this affirmative defense would not hold up and as her parents continued to question her it became apparent that she was guilty of the cutting her hair, even though she vehemently denied it at first.
Once the verdict was in she was served her punishment-words from her mother about how she should never do it again and when initial concerns wore off, the family started to playfully chant 'Tara's a peacock. Tara's a peacock...', at first she wasn't phased, but all of a sudden she stormed off up to her room.
Later that afternoon, Tara approached her mum and said 'This is how I felt when all of you were all calling me Peacock' and handed mum this piece of paper:
It reads: This is wot tara fils like sad. Tara Hurot (Heart) Aaaaaaawww. She told me she will never cut her hair again. Bless.
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