The Fairytale Hairdresser CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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CBeebies Bedtime Story!

Hmm, I'm not sure if this colour suits you, Ted.

How about a nice bright pink?

Oh, hello. I'm Shappi.

I was just talking to Ted about what colour she'd like her hair.

Not sure I'm a very good hairdresser and I might make a bit of a mess,

but I do know someone who is, and I'm going to tell you a story about her.

The story is called The Fairytale Hairdresser,

or How Rapunzel Got Her Prince!

And it's by Lauren Beard and Abie Longstaff.

Kittie Lacey was the best hairdresser in all the land.

People came from far, far away to have their hair washed

and combed and cut and styled.

It was Kittie who brushed the fairy godmother's long locks

until they sparkled and glittered.

She found the exact shade of crimson to match Red Riding Hood's cloak.

And if anyone ever needed a beard or sideburns trim,

they knew just the place to go.

Sometimes, Kittie had very difficult cases to deal with.

There were tall customers and tiny customers

and some very fussy ones.

"Too curly. Too straight. Too high. Too low.

"Just right."

She was often called out to visit reclusive clients in unusual places.

Indeed, Kittie was such a good hairdresser,

she was sure there was no hair she couldn't fix.

Then, one Saturday, she got her most difficult case of all.

Up in a high, high tower was a witch with a very big problem.

Kittie gulped nervously and rang the bell.

The door creaked open and a golden river of hair flooded out.

"All this hair is taking over my tower," screeched the witch.

"I can't see a thing. It's affecting my work,

"I can't make any evil potions

"and I'm sure I've lost my glasses in there somewhere."

Kittie had never seen so much hair.

It was all tangled and messy and frizzy

and some of the knots were the size of her fist.

Was there even a person underneath it?

Kittie took a deep breath and picked up her comb.

Bit by bit, she parted the hair until at the centre, she found a girl.

"I'm Rapunzel," said the girl,

"Thank goodness you came. I'm having a really bad hair day."

Kittie smiled. "Don't worry, love.

"We'll have you looking gorgeous in no time."

Kittie gathered the hair in a neat pile.

She sprayed every inch with conditioner,

then she combed through the knots and trimmed the ends.

"Ah, that's much better," cackled the witch.

"Now I can get on with all my evil spells.

"I need to make a poison apple, and a gingerbread house,

"and a spindle, but first...

"First, I have to find a potion

"to make Kittie forget she was ever here."

After a whole day of hard work, Rapunzel's hair shimmered.

It rippled down her back, across the tower floor,

and curled into a beautiful pile in the corner.

Rapunzel loved her new hair. "It's so soft," she said.

"But, oh, Kittie, the witch will never let you leave."

"Don't worry," said Kittie, "I have a plan."

Kittie took three heavy bundles of hair and began to plait.

Then she winked at Rapunzel,

and threw the long plait out of the window.

Meanwhile, in the valley below, a very handsome prince was riding by

when he saw something very unusual lying on the grass.

The prince followed the plait all the way to the tower

and to his amazement,

there he saw a beautiful girl leaning out of the highest window.

She had the longest, softest, silkiest hair he had ever seen.

"Hello," said Kittie, climbing down the plait.

"I'm Kittie and that's my friend, Rapunzel."

"Oh, Rapunzel!" swooned the prince, gazing up at the window.

"Oh!" sighed Rapunzel. He really was a very handsome prince.

Just then, there was a terrible screech.

"Help!" cried Rapunzel, "The witch is coming."

"Jump, my love," shouted the prince and he held out his arms.

Rapunzel jumped and fell all the way down, down, down,

down into the arms of her prince.

The next day, the witch had a very different sort of visitor.

And soon she found it was her turn to be locked away.

Of course Rapunzel and the prince were married.

It was the wedding event of the year, everyone was there.

And guess who was invited to do the bride's hair?

Kittie Lacey, the best hairdresser in the land.

And that story was called The Fairytale Hairdresser.

I think Kittie's given me some good ideas.

How about some curlers, Ted?

Well, while I sort out Ted's hair, it's time for you to go to bed.

And I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night.

Right then, Ted. Let's get these rollers in.

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