Good day my fine friends today’s tale brings an instantaneous rising of fury that needs tempering before it brings about un-spiritual notions.  Yes I had the misfortune to evidence my primate pal after he had fallen foul to a bout of melancholy due to an incident from, surely, undesirable wastrels, that resulted in this unflattering festoon of feathery fronds, about his, as you bear witness, forlorn face, why tis enough to unhinge even a most stalwart constitution.

Well I am sure you too will empathise and that like my good-self have witnessed many a temper frayed or quite teary situation from an experience of mal-practice, yes even at the hands of purported professionals, that has resulted in a
hair horror.  

Well I told old nature boy to buck up as yours truly had, in bygone times, been an artisan in the practice of performing coif-trickery and why! nothing would induce satisfaction to my person more than to be given free reign to run amok his unruly barnet and bring about some discipline to this turbulent tress and be done with this passé style which, though I am partial to an occasional dalliance with a dandified appearance and have dabbled also with a gothic style, I must say this offered nought but comical effect.   I reassured him his fine bouffant was a thing of the past and hastily assured him twas no compliment, as I meant-not fine as in splendid, no, the intent was clearly, fine as in, lacking a robustness of body.

Well I set to work, my wonder to perform, and snipped, coiffed, tucked, trimmed, teased, twizzled tweaked, and downright bandied my tools-de-trade in gay abandon and all was performed in a jiffy, errm, apart from a brief necessary interlude in which my pet pal emulated, both in sound and vision, a chicken despatching with two eggs in simulataneous occurance, and which transpired was a result of a negligent calculation on my part in the wield of my sharp weapon in defeat of his wayward hair.  Thankfully I had some band aid to stop the onslought of blood causing an unsightly mess and my pal was primed and preened to perfection and once his wounds had healed there was without doubt the occasional beam about his once, frightful, fretful and thankless face.