Johnny enjoyed walking around with his long black . He also enjoyed the attention strangers and friends give him. Strolling down the street was never same after he started doing it with long . Johnny never wanted to cut his hair short again. He could think of no good reason do so. This would all change with one on a Saturday morning while having breakfast with parents.

It seemed like any other regular Saturday at Johnny's house. Mom was cooking pancakes; dad reading the newspaper; Johnny was waiting, sitting at table drinking some orange juice. "Johnny, it is for you to get a job," Johnny's dad all of a sudden, without any warning. Johnny spit out his orange juice after hearing his 's startling remark. "What?" Johnny said after gulping.

"There a time in every boy's life when he finally cut his hair and get a job," 's dad told him. "But, dad!" Johnny said, trying . "No buts," Johnny's dad snapped. That afternoon Johnny's took him to a barber shop to get haircut. He tried his best to hold back tears on the way to the barber shop.

reluctantly sat down on the barber's chair wearing frown on his face. "Why the long face?" the barber. "He doesn't want to get a ," Johnny's mom replied. "It's just hair. It'll grow one day," the barber said, trying to cheer up.

The following week, Johnny was hired at 's. He had neat, short hair.