Bad hair day

The Wolf sat in his lair, gave a howl of despair and then wailed
'What on earth can I do with my hair?' He was bored bored BORED being
one of the pack,
he wanted something different. But what?

So he brought so curlers back to his cave to give to his fur a fine,
stylish wave, and he curled and he twirled and he whirled them about,
took a look in the mirror and gave a loud shout: 'No NO NO! Now I look
like a GIRL!' So he brushed and he pulled at every last curl
'til they turned him into a great ball of fuzz.

Not a good look for a wolf.

He scooped up some gel with a burp and a slurp then slapped it on,
sloshed it over his unruly fur. He smoothed it all down, gave a bleakly
black frown; 'Too prim and too prissy! I look like a sissy!'

Not a good look for a wolf.

'I look like a fool, but spikes would be cool.' So he roughed it up,
scruffed it up, stood it on end, moulded it, folded it, gave it a bend,
'til a great grey hedgehog with very sharp teeth was standing in front
of the mirror.

Wolf decided that styling was not for him, as with curls and with gel
the outlook was grim. Maybe a change in colour could be worth a try? So
he went out and bought a huge pot of black dye.

He then slathered on the whole of the pack, all over his head, his tail
and his back, his stomach, his paws, his claws, his ears. He gave his
reflection thumbs up and three cheers. Blacker than the deepest hole,
more midnight than the velvet mole, a true thing of the night, a
terrible sight.

A very good look for a wolf.

He prowled the night on midnight paws,
Folk heard a sound and turned and paused but none saw the wolf melting
into the dark. Like a shadow he stole through the streets and the park.
The other wolves gave him such envious looks. A true villain fit for
the fairytale books!

Then...
pit pat

tip tap

pitter patter

pitter patter

GUSH!
It started to rain; the dye washed down the drain, poor wolf was soggy
and all grey again. He went home with a cold.
ACHOO!