Hanna was tired of the stigma of her blond hair being associated with her level of intelligence. She was, after all, an accomplished actress and after years of acting she even was credited with roles having a few lines of dialogue.
"It's my hair color. That's what's holding me back. That's why no one takes me seriously and it's time to do something," Hanna said to herself. So off Hanna went to Hollywood's finest hairdresser and had her hair color changed to brunette. No expense was spared.
Hanna felt wonderful. No more supporting roles. No more being the brunt of jokes. She would now be given the respect she deserved. The burden lifted, Hanna decided to show off her new found confidence.
Hanna got into her sporty red convertible, top down, her dark locks shimmering in the sunlight as it was tossed to and fro in the wind.
She drove through the city into the country. The air was crisp. The colors of nature abounded. Suddenly Hanna noticed something ahead and proceeded to slow her car to a stop.
It was a flock of black sheep. "Oh how cute they are," she thought. "Especially the young ones." She remained there unaware of time, falling in love with the cute young animals.
Suddenly she noticed a man with a staff in his hand. It was the shepherd. Hanna got out of her car and approached him.
With her new found confidence, her dark hair, Hanna boldly propositioned the shepherd thusly, "If I can guess the exact number of sheep in your flock, may I have one?" The shepherd thought for a moment. "My flock is very large, too large to be counted to the exact number." Hanna was persistent and the shepherd agreed.
"5,272," Hanna stated. The shepherd was stunned. "You're right! Go get your prize."
Hanna strolled through the flock, like a lady shopping tor a dress, each one had to be seen, touched... until the perfect one was found. Hanna was sure she had picked the best, the most beautiful... She put her prize lovingly into the passenger seat of her car. "I am indeed intelligent," she thought, "not at all deserving of being called a dumb blond."
The shepherd approached Hanna's car. Bending down slightly, he placed his arm on the door. He looked Hanna in the eyes as if to say good-bye. Then. In a soft, gentle polite voice he asked Hanna, "If I can guess the color of your natural hair, can I have my dog back?"
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