I was nervous to get my hair dyed, but I really wanted to. I wondered
what I’d look like if it was bright green. I gathered my courage, and
asked Ann if she would make me into a greenhead. In twenty minutes
my hair was the color of a Christmas tree.
The next day was one of those unseasonably sunny warm December
days. I drove to the farm and walked to the pond. I sat down to look at
geese and soak up sunshine. I guess I fell asleep, because next thing
I knew I was startled awake by loud munching sounds. I felt blasts
of warm air huffing into my ears. Something was pulling on my hair!
Would you believe it? A gentle old cow had mistaken my green hair
for grass and was calmly swallowing the last of it.
“Boppa, you’re silly!” teased EmmyJean.
Just then the timer for the dough rang. The other kids came running
in, wondering if the cookie dough was ready to roll out and cut into stars
and angels.