As she moved from aisle to aisle looking for Lina, Amy's vision became more and more blocked by the firery red mane. She kept brushing it out of the way, but it persisted in falling over her eyes. Finally, she found her friend in an aisle full of toys.
"There you are!" Amy said as Lina put down a wooden wind-up drummer boy.
"There's lots of neat antique stuff here..." Lina said before she caught sight of Amy's hair. "Why are you wearing that ridiculous thing?"
"It's not a wiii-iig," Amy sang, running her hair through her mane and brushing it out of her eyes once more.
Lina looked hard at Amy's hair now. "Uh...Amy? Is it supposed to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Move. Like it is. I think it's growing."
Amy felt her hair again. Sure enough, that must have been why it kept falling in front of her eyes. Her mane was already quite longer. The hairs underneath her chin now went halfway down her chest, and she could see it creeping down even farther.
"Oh geez," Amy said. "I don't know when it's supposed to stop!" She looked over the spray bottle, hoping to find some sort of emergency instructions.
All she found was a big red box saying "Caution: Do not use without permission. Samplers and shoplifters will be punnished." Just after finishing the line, more hair fell in front of Amy's eyes.
"This is a problem," she whimpered. Her mane's locks were down to her waist now. She didn't know the first thing to do, and as she stood there dumbly in front of her friend, her hair grew ever so slowly toward the ground.