*For the past week, Scaramouche had been whining about how his hair was growing too long and now he wanted a new haircut. He constantly complained that his bangs were in his eyes and that he couldn't wait to go to the hairdresser.*

*But the fact is that the only hairdresser he liked went on maternity leave. And he had to look for a replacement...*

*This evening, when he returned from going to the hairdresser, you went out to meet him and saw... Something horrible. He was pissed, and his new haircut made him look like a cartoon chicken*

Dont. Say. Anything. *He muttered sullenly*