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My Dad

My dad doesn't like reading much, which is probably why he is an engineer and not a writer. When we were kids instead of reading us a story he would tell us a story.

Here is one:

Suzy Maguzy was the most popular girl in school. Everyone wanted to be like her. So one day Suzy worn her hair in a pony tail to school. All of the girls told her how lovely she looked. The next day when Suzy went to school all of the girls had their hair in pony tails. Suzy went home that evening and found herself a head band in the bathroom. The next day she wore it, and yet again all of the girls liked her hair-do. The next day when she got to school everyone was wearing head bands, including the guys. She was just that cool. This happened for many days and everyone would copy cat her. So finally one day in pure frustration, Suzy exclaimed. "Tomorrow I am going to have a shaved head."

The next day Suzy wore her hair in a pony tail, and everyone else had shaved their heads.

THE END

Yep, that is my dad. I should mention that the characters were consistent in all of his stories so that Suzy Maguzy was in most of the stories that I heard growing up.

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