Shortcut to Friendship A bad hair day “I have wool,” cried Lambchop. “We all do,” the others added. Then Fluff stepped out in front. “But my wool is the best.” She tossed her curly head, “it’s curly. It’s white. It’s soft. And it’s….” “Perfect!” the farmer cut in. and he stepped up to Fluff and put his arms around her. “See,” she bragged, “I’m cut out for something special. Not like…” suddenly the farmer threw her to the ground. “Oh!” she screamed. “What are you doing? Cut it out!” The farmer took scissors form his back pocket. He began cutting away at Fluff curly coat. He clipped. He snipped. Then he clipped again. Finally, he finished. “Thanks,” he smiled and went whistling down the lane, carrying the sack of wool. Fluff tossed her head, but there were no curls. She looked awful. She felt even worse. “Now, I know. I’m no more special than anyone else,” she said tearfully. “I’m not sure if I can cut it without my curls.” “Fluff’s finally cut down to size,” the others joked. “Now she knows that she’s no better than the rest of us.” Lambchop didn’t laugh. “Don’t feel bad,” he told her. “I like you better this way.” “Stop trying to pull the wool over my eyes,” she said. “I look really bad.” “But,” he said, “it’s not the fluff on the outside that’s important. It’s the stuff on the inside. And now I can tell, you really are cut out for something special.” “Just like you!” she said sheepishly. “Come on, let’s go play.”
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