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Day1AtSchoolItwasKipper'sfirstdayatschool.Hedidn'twanttogoin.Soheheldontothegatepost.Kipperwasshy.Hehidinthecloakroom.“Comeon!”Kipperplayedinthehomecorner.KippercookedaLEGOstew.Itwastheendoftheday.Kipperdidn'twanttogohome.Whatdidhedo?Heheldontothegatepost.Day2GettingUpKipperbrushedhisteeth.Heknewasecret.Kipperlookedforhisclothesandthesurprisehehadhidinhisbottomdrawer.Kippergothisshirt.Kipperputonhistrainers.Thepostladyarrived.Shehadabiggerpileofenvelopesthanusual.ThesurprisewasforDad.Itwashisbirthday.Day3LookOutKipper'sfriendlenthimhisroadripper.Kipperimaginedhewasafamousripperriderinarace.Kipperwhizzedaroundthehouseandscreechedontothelawn.“Oh.”Kipperdidn'tknowhowtostoptheroadripper.EveryonetaughtKipperhowtobeacarefulrider.Day4TheHaircutOneday,DadsaidtoMum,“Kipper'shairisgettingreallylongagain.It'stimehehadacut.”“Oh,dear,”groanedmum.“Idon'tthinkIwanttoknowaboutthis.Askmetocleanacrocodile'steeth,orcutatiger'stoenails.Butdon'taskmetocutKipper'shair.”MumhadbeendreadingcuttingKipper'shair,eversincethelasttimeshedidit.Thetroublewas,Kippermadeaterriblefuss.Hejustwouldn'tkeepstillwhenMumshampooedhishair.Andhecried,becauseshegotalittledropofshampooinhiseye.Butthatwasnothing,comparedtothetroubleshehadwhenshetriedtogivehimthehaircut.HewiggledandjiggledandsquirmedandfidgetedsothatMumwascrosswithhim.Thenassoonashedidsitstill,Mummadealittlenickonhisearwiththescissors.Andafterthat,Kippermadeabiggerfussthanever.“Surely,it'snotthatdifficultajob.”saidDad.“Difficult?Difficult?”exclaimedMum.“I'dratherpolishapythonorrinsearhinoceros.”“Now,who'smakingafuss.”saidDad.“Iknowwhat.”saidMum,givingDadafunnyknowingsortofsmile.“YoucutKipper'shair.Afterall,I'mgoingoutthisafternoon.Soitcanbeanicelittlejobforyou.”“Well,urr…umm…oh…allrightthen.”saidDad.“Idon'tthinkKipperwillgivemeanytrouble.Hejustneedshandlingtherightway.”AssoonasMumhadgone.DadtookKipperuptothebathroom.Hestartedcombinghishair.“Doyouknow?”hesaid,inhisjolliestvoice.“Iheardofalittleboywhomadesomuchfusswhenhehadhishaircutthatnobodywaseverabletocutit.Itgrewsolong,thattheboycouldn'tseewherehewasgoing.Andhekeptbumpingintodoorsandcrashingintolamppostandtrippingoverthecat.Ican'timagineyou'dbeassillyasthat,Kipper.”“Oh,ouch!”criedKipper.“You'rehurting.Mumneverhurtslikethatwhenshecombsmyhair.”“Ithoughtwecouldwashyourhair,thenIcangiveitalittlecut.”saidDad.“Oh…aw…”wailedKipper,wigglingandsquirmingaway.“Idon'twantmyhaircut.”“ThisisgoingtobetrickierthanIthought.”saidDad.“ButI'vejusthadabrilliantidea.”DadpersuadedKippertohavehishaircutatahairdresser's.HetoldKipperthatthehairdresserwassogoodatcuttinghairthatKipperwouldreallyenjoyit.Atfirst,Kipperwasn'ttoosure.SoDadsaid,“IhadmyhaircutatahairdresserwhenIwasalittleboyandIdidn'tmakeafuss.Irememberthinkingitwasgoodfun.”“Well,allright.”saidKipper.“Butifgoingtoahairdresserissuchfun,whydoesMumalwayscutyourhair?”“Shedoesn'talways.”saidDad.“Itellyouwhat,I'llhavemyhaircutatthesametimeasyou.IbetyouIwon'tmakeafuss.”SoDadtookKippertoahairdresserinthehighstreet.It'scalledSnipsHairSalon.Theshoplookedverybrightandattractive.“Snipsisagoodnameforahairdresser's.”thoughtKipper.ThefirstthingthathappenedtoKipperandDad,oncetheywereinthesalon,wasthattheyhadtheirhairwashed.DadhadhiswashedbyanassistantcalledAndy.AndKipper,hadhiswashedbyanassistantcalledNicky.Muchtohissurprise,KipperenjoyedhavinghishairwashedbyNicky.Shedidn'twashitinthewayMumdiditathome.Instead,Kippersatwithhisbacktothebasinandheleanedbackwards.Thebasindidn'thavetaps.IthadaspecialhosethatNickycouldcontrolbypressingalittletriggerontheend.NickywasverycarefulnottoletanywaterrunontoKipper'sface.NexttoKipper,AndywasshampooingDad'shair.“Becarefulwithallthisfoam,”KipperheardDadsay.“Idon'twantshampooinmyeyes…Ihopeyouwon'tletthewaterrundawnmyneck…Youwillmakesurethewaterisn'ttoohot,won'tyou?”“Dad'smakingabitofafuss,”thoughtKipper.Aftertheshampooingwasfinished.AndyandNickysatDadandKipperondifferentchairsinfrontofabig,longmirror.Excuseme,sir,saidNicky.“WhatwouldyoulikemetodowithKipper'shair?ShallIgivehimatrim?”DadrememberedhowquicklyKipper'shairgrew.HerememberedthefussKippermadewheneverMumcutitandlastofallhesawhowexpensiveitwastohaveahaircutinthesalon.Sohesaid,“No,notjustatrim.Ithinkyou'dbettercutitshort.Yes,quiteshort!”“Andhowaboutyou,sir?”saidAndy.KipperlookedatDad,andDadlookedatKipper.ThenDadsaid,“Oh….um….er….yes.I'dlikeminequietshort,too.”Snip,snip,snip!Snip-snip!Wentthescisoors.KipperlookedsidewaysatDad.Daddidn'tlooktoohappy.“Ibethedidmakeafusswhenhewasalittleboy,”thoughtKipper.DadandKipperwerereallypleasedwiththeirhaircuts.“Youlookdifferent,”KippertoldDad.“Sodoyou,Kipper,”saidDad.“Youlookdifferent,too.Youlookquitegrownupwithshorthair.”“Itwillbereallyeasytokeepittidy,”saidKipper.“NomorehavingitpulledwhenMumtriestocombit.Anditwillbesomucheasiertowash.I'mgladwewenttoSnips.Andyousee,Ididn'tmakeafuss.Notonce.”“No,youwereagoodboy,”saidDad.“IwonderwhatMumwillsaywhensheseesoursmartnewhaircuts.”Mumwashomealready.WhensheopenedthefrontdoorandsawKipperandDadwiththeirnewshorthaircuts,shecouldn'tbelievehereyes.Doyouknowwh