(Inspired by a blog post describing Berzo's first haircut. Written in the style of the Curious George books wherein George is left unsupervised and gets in trouble, and by pure circumstance, it all works out to everyone's benefit in the end.)
“Berzo your hair is getting long, let’s go to the hair salon for your very first haircut,” said the lady.
Berzo and the lady drove to the mall and found the hair cutting salon.
They went inside and talked to a lady behind the counter. “I’d like a hair cut for my monkey,” said the lady.
“Please put her name on the list. I’m alone today, but I’ll be able to see her in about ten minutes,” said the stylist.
“Berzo, I’m going to the next door to get a new pair of snowshoes. You can play with the trains while you wait your turn. Be a good little monkey and don’t be too curious,” said the lady as she left the salon.
Berzo could not believe her eyes. She saw chairs in the shape of cars and airplanes, a jar full of lollipops and a screen playing a movie about a princess. Toward the back of the room several ladies lounged in chairs with a funny looking space helmet covering their heads. Berzo watched as the stylist squirted funny smelling stuff on a woman’s hair and folded it in tin foil, while the woman sat with cucumbers on her eyes. Another lady with wet, funny smelling hair moved to a lounging chair and the stylist put a helmet on her head too.
Berzo was curious, could she style hair too?
Just then the phone rang and the stylist rushed to answer it.
Berzo grabbed bottles of color and squirted it on the lady’s hair and wrapped it in tin foil.
The lady started talking, “So as I was saying, I told June that she just doesn’t need to sign Roger up for so many sports. He needs that energy for his school work. But does she listen to me? Oh no…”
Berzo grabbed more colors and more foil. It was fun to be a stylist. Then she picked up the scissors and started to cut the lady’s hair.
She hopped over to the ladies under the helmet. She noticed a hole on top of the space helmets. Would those ladies like a stylist treatment too? Berzo was curious. She squirted in one bottle then the next, and the ladies didn’t seem to mind. They were busy chatting to each other over the whooshing of the machines.
The stylist hung up the phone. “Berzo, I’m ready for you now…” Berzo ran over to the fire truck chair and hopped in.
“How did you get these colors all over your hands?” She looked around. “Oh no!” the stylist cried.
She pulled up all the hoods and the woman pulled the cucumbers off her eyes… The stylist took the foil off—her hair was three different colors, and the cut? “Oh no!” the stylist cried again.
The other ladies hair frizzed and had splotches of red, blond, bronze, even purple!
Berzo was worried. Had she done something wrong? She had only wanted to help the nice lady while she was on the phone.
Just then the lady with the blue hat came back.
“Look at what your monkey has done!!” the stylist shouted.
The lady in the blue hat dropped her bag.
Just then the door swung open and a man in a funny looking suit and sunglasses came in.
“Helloooo, I’m Fabien from Fashion Forward magazine and I’m looking for a salon to feature on next month’s cover.”
“Oh, hello ladies!”
He flitted from woman to woman, admiring Berzo's work.
“Oh yes! Finally! Ma’am, you have created music for my eyes. Such originality! How ever do you come up with your ideas?”
“Oh, I had some help…”
“Mustn't be too modest now. I’d like to feature your salon in our magazine. Ladies, how would you like to model for the cover shoot?”
He turned towards the door and shouted, ” Get those photographers in here, NOW!”
“Berzo,” said the stylist, “you sure gave me a shock, but without your special brand of art, my salon might not have been selected. You can come back anytime, but leave the hair styling to me, OK?”
“ Now, let’s cut your hair.”
“Would you like a lollipop?”