The hair on her hair was thick and the mess on her head was as bad as a birds nest. She lifted the hair of her neck and sighed as she paused in the shade of a huge oak tree. All she hated was the wet, warm. muggy rain coming from inside the house. Were she had to stand undressed under the leaking tap. She never saw the point of putting bubbly liquid onto your head. so she never washed her hair. until one day she noticed a bird perched on the top of her head. “next time I will wash my hair thoroughly”.