Yes, it’s great fun, don’t you know.
Cutting off ponytails.
Why, after I cut Julia Thompson’s straight from her head, I thought about going into it as a career.
The professor would be the only one in the field = Competition would be weak.
I’d get all the jobs. Which is a goody. But then I thought about the fact that no one would probably want their ponytails cut off.
Which means…no jobs.
Rats and a Heifer. There’s always something to ruin a lucrative career.
As soon as I left the barber shop–where I took the ponytail by force–I started off at a brisk pace towards home. Brisk paces aren’t always better. They just sound better in writing.
Then, I was there.
The front door was locked.
What a wonder. Imagine being locked out of your own house.
So, I did the only sensible thing: I busted it down.
After that was completed, I yelled at the chap who’s supposed to keep everything running smoothly.
Then I looked through some messages. There were a few from insurance agencies, collecting agencies, beef agencies, a few from PT News employees, yelling at me for betraying them, and one from the uncle, and one for an invitation to a ball.
The ball was tonight.
What a lout.
Mailman should’ve delivered that one earlier.
Well, time to get freshened up for the ball. I ran up the stairs (whenever there are many stairs, one must run up them), ran down the hall (likewise with long halls) and slammed my door behind me.
The room was all nice and tidy and the sun was sticking its face through the window. Very nice.
But something was disturbing.
Someone was in the bathroom. And the water was running!
I moved in cautiously and opened the door. A cloud of something or another hit me and someone was singing:
It was Schwarz Tauptinker.
“Umm, Schwarz,” I said, finally.
The singing stopped abruptly.
“Who’s there? Who? Chickit!”
“Well…” And I was attempting to be polite. “Here’s the thing: It’s me, PVJ, which sorta makes sense since you’re in my house, in my room, in my bathroom.”
“Oh… The dude downstairs said you weren’t going to get back for some time yet. Hehe.”
“I was quick on the mission,” I said, looking down at the ponytail on my belt. “Hurry up, please, I have a ball to go to tonight.”
The professor sat on the bed and waited.