The Girl with Grass for Hair

There once was a girl who had grass for hair. It sprouted straight up from her scalp; she never had dandruff, only pollen, and grass seeds, and clods of dirt. She didn't need to wash it, but she would water it in the shower just to help it grow.

When she woke up in the morning, her pillow would be covered in dew. On winter mornings it would freeze and all the blades of grass would become rigid, crystallised in glistening frost. When she got caught in the snow it would just sit on her head for a while, and when it melted her hair would be flimsy and yellowish.

In the spring, clover and daisies and dandelions would grow, and bumblebees would buzz around her head. She didn't mind. She liked the butterflies, and the ladybirds. She let them sit on her finger like little drops of blood before they'd fly away.

In the summer, her head looked  like a meadow. Her classmates would sneeze from the pollen. When she shook her head, or in the breeze, dandelion seeds would fly away up into the air.

And when she had a haircut, she'd fill entire houses with the beautiful scent of cut grass.