The beautiful apprentice

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The beautiful apprentice

February 8, 2017
This little owl's disheveled hair was making her grizzly and so she booked an appointment with The Very Talented Hairdresser who had (not long ago) moved to a shopping centre far, far away. The little owl drove-and-drove and while she arrived on time at the car park she lost herself (just as she always did) among the centre's escalators and lifts and cafes and all its aisles-that-look-the-same. And so she arrived at the salon late, even grumpier than she'd been before leaving home. When The Very Talented Hairdresser's receptionist ushered her to a chair the disheveled little owl looked at the little owl in the mirror and thought how rumpledy she looked. (This made her even grumpier.) After some hair-cut-and-colour discussion with The Very Talented Hairdresser the little owl was offered an excellent hand massage with The Beautiful Apprentice. During the proceedings she noticed the (very large and very black) tattoo on The Beautiful Apprentice's forearm. "Is that new?" said the little owl (who can't be tattooed because of her feathers.) The Beautiful Apprentice (with whom the disheveled little owl has enjoyed many warm conversations) smiled prettily and rolled up her sleeve to show the (very large and very black) tattoo then rolled her sleeve down again before returning to the excellent hand massage. And so the little owl and The Beautiful Apprentice discussed tattoos and where they might best be worn and The Beautiful Apprentice explained where she wore hers. "...but not on my other arm because I've got scars and they'd pull it out of shape," she said, to which the little owl responded, "Oh no! Did you have an accident?" The Beautiful Apprentice said "No.........." After a long quiet the little owl understood. "But I'm okay now," said The Beautiful Apprentice as the little owl worked at not crying (and having everyone think she was unhappy with her excellent hand massage.) And she wanted to give the Beautiful Apprentice a hug (but her hands and the apprentice's hands were all creamy.) And The Beautiful Apprentice took this disheveled little owl back to her seat where she looked back at herself from the mirror, rumpledy as ever. But now there was no more grumpiness. And the rumplediness didn't matter.