Franny moved around the lab, suspended by her pigtails, which walked her around like big, fuzzy legs.
She used them to grab a device on a very high shelf and stretch for a beaker that had rolled under a sea monster’s fishbowl.
“Isn’t this great, Igor?” She grinned. “I can reach everything!”
Igor pointed at the super-tall shoes.
“Those are great, but shoes aren’t alive the way hair is. They can’t move on their own.”
Igor scowled.
“I know what you’re thinking, Igor. This experiment was supposed to be all about Mom stuff, so why would Mom be interested in living pigtails?
“Well, watch this. . . .”
Franny snapped her fingers, and her pigtails sprang into a brand-new hairdo. She snapped again, and they changed into another style. With each snap they became something new.
“Now, you know Mom is going to love that,” Franny said. “So much faster than fiddling around with her hair spray and brushes and blow-dryers and stuff.”
