For Vanity's sake

Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.

- Jane Austen

Once upon a time there was a girl who was in need of a haircut. But she was lazy to return to the barber she last got her haircut from as it was pretty far far away from her kingdom. So she surveyed the barbers in her kingdom, and finally found one open.

Unfortunately, the moment she walked in she knew she was in trouble. The barber didn't speak her language and communication was at its worst. So she tried to make the best of the situation and walked out of there trying to appreciate what the barber has done. But it was just not right.

Once she was safe in her home, the more she looked into the mirror the more she felt that the haircut had made her hair ballooned and she looked like she had a pumpkin as a head. And it didn't help that the father kept saying that it was just fine when it was not. After a few hours of deliberation and a tad tantrum, she decided to set off to the barber again. The father adviced her to go back to that same barber and get her money's worth, but she was terrified that that barber would only make it worst.

And so she decided to travel far far away to the barber she last got her haircut from. Thankfully the long long journey was fruitful. The barber was open and the barber was able to remove the pumpkin-ness and cut it more like what the barber formerly did, although it was a shorter version than she would ideally want. What more she had to pay another bundle of money. But she was very happy and relieve having the haircut fixed.

And it was worth the trouble as her happiness showed when she got back home, for her father then commented that he knew she wasn't going to be able to sit tight until she got her haircut properly, in a very amused manner. Thus she once again made her father highly amused for going on a long long journey to get the haircut fixed for which she should have done in the first place.

The only cure for vanity is laughter,

and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.
- Henri Bergson

The lesson learnt was to not be lazy when going to the right barber, as she could have been stuck with a very very horrible haircut instead.