Bad Hair Day

Oh, please don't take my picture, don't. I know it sounds vain in a photo finish but my hair! Really! Such a mess! I'm sure I won the race but only by a hair's breadth and that's the mane point. It flew out, my mane, in front of me as I reached the winning line, a freak gust of wind blew it from behind then threw it back in disarray. That is why, in the photo finish the, well, finish on my carefully groomed mane has that wild look, as does my eye. I didn't have a chance to compose my features properly. Wild-eyed. Come to mention it, I'm rather cross with my groom who decided not to plait. A wild, abandoned look she said should get the spectators' cameras clicking. Oh, but not this camera...