beautiful golden hair, or so his mum often told him. She was
always touching it and saying how it sparkled and shone like
strands of gold. Sometimes she embarrassed him right in front of
his friends. "Don't you think my Duncan has lovely golden hair?"
His friends would laugh and tease him all day at school.
One day while
Duncan was over at his pal Ken's house, Ken said, "My mum dyes her
hair. Why don't you dye yours?"
Duncan looked in
the mirror. "My mum would be furious if I dyed my hair. She loves
the golden color."
"So what. Don't you
get sick of her always touching it and saying how lovely you
look?" Ken snickered.
"I guess so. How do
we dye it?" Duncan ran his fingers through his hair.
"She's got a bunch
of stuff in her cabinet. Let me go and get some. Go and wash your
hair in the sink and put lots of shampoo on it," Ken said. "Don't
wash the shampoo out. Leave it in. It helps the color stick, or so
my sister said."
Duncan washed his
hair and poured half the bottle of shampoo on it.
"Found some," Ken
said. "Here goes." He poured the whole container of dye on top of
the shampoo. "It stinks. Oh, wait. Here's another bottle of
something." He poured that on too. After it was all on top of
Duncan's head, Ken mixed it all together. "Let me rub it in." Ten
minutes later he stopped. "All right. Now we wait for three
"Three hours? Isn't
that a long time?"Duncan looked in the mirror again. "It looks
"My mum always
takes three hours to do her hair. Come on. We'll play some games
on the computer," Ken said.
Three hours later
they went into the kitchen. "Stand here and I'll wash it out." Ken
took the spray hose and washed all the shampoo and dye out.
Bubbles went everywhere. "Uh, um, Duncan, we have a problem."
"What? What did you
do?" Duncan ran into the bathroom. "You made my hair green! I
can't go home with green hair!"
better go and see if your mum can fix it." Ken closed the door
Duncan ran home.
Other kids saw him and laughed at him. "Look at the martian with
green hair. Ha ha ha."
When he opened the
door to his house, his mum looked up from her knitting. "Duncan!
What happened to your hair?"
Duncan told her the
whole story. She laughed and dragged him into the bathroom. She
shampood his hair and made sure all the shampoo was out. She got a
bottle of blond hair dye and poured it on his head, mixing it in
well with the strands. "It takes twenty minutes, Duncan."
His mum fixed him a
bowl of ice cream while they waited. When she washed the dye out,
Duncan looked it the mirror. "My hair is blond again!"
"It's lovely. It
looks like strands of gold," his mum said.
Duncan didn't mind.
He'd much rather have golden hair than green.