ABSTRACT
Hateful Henry had a new boss whom he wanted to impress with his smart appearance. He chuckled as he said, ‘I will entrust my golden locks to my long-time barber, Tom, and instruct him to give me an instant make-over.’ He sat in the chair reading a magazine and forgot to say that he hated short hair. When he looked up he saw in the mirror that all he had left was a short stubble. He leapt up and stormed out of the barber shop. He went to see a hair consultant at the cosmetic counter in a big shop. He was indignant when she said that she had no magic cures for short hair. ‘Serves you right,’ smirked Horrible Harry, when he got home.
