It is in the fine print

Bored.

If only some naive soul would lend me their hair to play with for a while. My scissors will starve if no one walks into my barbershop.

Perhaps a little persuasion is in order. If I offer my services for free, just for today… maybe I can finally satisfy my craving to cut hair.

My prayers have been answered—and in the most delightful way.

The offer caught the eye of a scruffy little lamb, sent straight to me, ready to be shorn. Soon, the floor of my salon will be covered in curly locks.

He’ll wish he had read the fine print before stepping into my barbershop and taking a seat.

That sheep will leave here without a trace of the mane it so willingly offered… but it doesn’t know that yet.