Once upon a time a fair young maiden received a package in the mail. It had lots of special stamps on it and it came all the way across the water from merry old England. The fair maiden was so excited as she unwrapped that packaging.
Nestled inside was a hairbrush. Beautifully made of wood, this hairbrush had her name painted on it in pink.
Karoline looked upon the brush with wonder. And not a little trepidation. This young maiden distrusted hairbrushes mightily. In her vast experience, they hurt. Those fair, fine curls tangled upon each other when she slept and created such a muddled mess that hairbrushes were feared more than dragons in the maiden's household.
But look at this hairbrush! It came all the way from England! And upon it is inscribed:
BY APPOINTMENT TO HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN
Oh my! Be still small heart! And she shouts, "Katie, the Queen of England sent me a magic hairbrush!"
We brushed. It was, indeed, a quite remarkable hairbrush. And it did make the dreaded chore more pleasant. But soon it was resolved that perhaps taking a few inches off the long and lovely mane of hair would help keep it from tangling so.
And we did.
Very carefully, following all the Curly Girl rules.
It looked lovely really.
The fair maiden was quite pleased.
The wee littlest maiden thought that she, too, would like a wee haircut. Her Mama put her in the chair and made scissors sounds close to her ear. But nary a snip fell.
No, the Mama was not yet ready to part with the baby wisps.
She thought ahead to the enchanted tea party planned. She wanted a picture of this littlest dear with that littlest dear, two darling heads with hair that looked like the gnomes were making mischief in there while they slept. No, the haircut should wait. "After the tea party," she told the curly maiden, "we'll give the Wee One a proper trim."
Alas, the young maiden with golden curls fell ill on the day of the enchanted tea party. There was much weeping. And there were no photos.
There was no haircut.
Three days later, the fair maiden was overcome with horror at the sight of Wee One's tangles. Her Mama was wrapping packages nearby. Fair child quietly came up behind her and took the shiny scissors from the table.
"Shhh, " she said to Wee One, "Be very quiet. I will give you curly hair."
The Wee One very much wanted curly hair.
Fair Maiden then cut off every single tangle. And every bit of bang. And then she swept all those golden wisps into the trash.
The Mama gasped.
And then she dearly wished that the hairbrush from merry England were indeed, magic.