Franny chased after the pigtails.
“I have no idea how I’m going to stop these things,” she said. “I have to think!”
The pigtails crashed through the front gates of the zoo and walked right past the alligators and tortoises.
“They don’t have fur, so the pigs aren’t interested in them,” Franny said.
She watched as the pigs stopped to read a sign. One of them licked his lips as he did.
“Not the orangutans!” Franny whispered as the pigs waddled off toward the apes.
In desperation, Franny rushed up and grabbed a handful of one of the pigtails. She yanked it as hard as she could.
“Nobody likes to have their hair pulled!”
With one mighty swat, the pigtail knocked Franny aside.
Franny sat up and groaned.
“I’ve really messed up this time.”
And then she heard scissors snipping.
And snipping.
And snipping.
Fanny stood up and stared as she saw a little pink paw holding scissors and snipping its way out of the back of one of the pigtails.
He had snipped his way out.
And so that the pigtails wouldn’t want to swallow him again, he had also snipped off all his hair while he was in there.
He stood there and held the scissors proudly. He looked triumphant, pink, and naked.
One of the pigtails turned around and looked at him.
“Ew,” it said, and kept walking toward the orangutans.
“Don’t listen to that pig,” she said. “You’re beautiful.”
Igor handed her the scissors and pointed at the pigtails.
“I can’t do much with these,” she said. “They’re too little. But you’re right. We have to do something. After they eat the orangutans, they’ll go for the buffaloes and the bears.”
Igor handed her the backpack of things he’d brought from the lab. Franny dug through it.
“I think I have an idea,” she said.
