"...a crop is so comfortable I don't think I shall ever have a mane again."
and
"[Laurie] won't [run away] unless he is very much worried, and only threatens it sometimes, when he gets tired of studying. I often think I should like to, especially since my hair was cut, so if you ever miss us, you may advertise for two boys and look among the ships bound for India."
and
"The curly crop has lengthened into a thick coil, more becoming to the small head atop of the tall figure."
becomes a terrible triple drabble written at 3am.
( and it's repetitive, too, oh, *ar* )