Warning! The following book is as corny as it can get!
The breeze rushed quickly across my pale face. The creatures of the forest want my beautiful shiny, hazel brown locks. The breeze came back and brushed slowly passed my red, freckled face. a chill ran down my spine. They were surrounding me and hopelessly I gave up my hair and lost it. My life was nothing without my hair. I cried and cried until I forgot what I was crying about. I learned to survive on my own and always cut my hair. My life was great until the misty breeze brushed past me again, swooping me away into it's dark fog….. The stories of the misty breeze haunted me till this very day...The fog brought me to a fence. I was on the rotten, old side as others happily played together. I was disgusted, friends? Playing together? Eww! You either do life on your own or don't do it at all! The breeze rushed past me again untying my dark shoelaces. "I don't have shoelaces!" I said with complete horror. I took a deep breath and looked around for anything else unusual. I looked down to see that I was wearing a flowy, white dress. The children looked at me and asked if I would like to play. Astonished, I replied "Yes?". I haven't seen a human since I left the village to prove I could venture out with my long locks of brown silky hair.