Slappy- Hedge Clippers

“Greetings, slaves!” he shrieked. And then he raised his hands in front of him — and clicked my dad’s heavy hedge clippers. “How about a nice haircut, dudes?”

  I tried to stagger back, but my boots slid on the snow. I went down hard on my butt.

  And before I could squirm away, the hedge clippers came down over my head.

  SNAAAAP. SNAAAAP.

  Slappy snipped the top of my parka hood off. I felt cold air on my head.

  I tried to pull myself to my feet.

  The hedge clippers snapped again.

  “How about a nice cut?” Slappy shrieked. “Maybe it’ll teach you not to lock me in the cold!”

  I raised both hands to shield myself. The clippers came down fast. He lowered them over my face.

  “NO! STOP!” I screamed. “STOP! You’re going to CUT MY HEAD OFF!”

-Slappy New Year, chapters 20-21