A ribbon for my hair

A little girl went into a store with colourful and shiny things. She saw a wonderful red ribbon, touched it and started giggling in amazement. It looked so pretty.

She ran out and couldn't stop running for a while. Then she stopped suddenly and turned back. When she entered the shop again the ribbon wasn't there. She asked the old woman behind the counter.

"It wasn't made for you, you know. You can't have it. It's gone."

The girl couldn't believe her ears. She held it in her hands for a while. It was cruel to take it away from her like that. "Not made for me. Not made for me..."

"If you want one for your hair, you need to give me something in exchange. Take this glass and come back when it's full of tears that have fallen from your eyes."

That was something, right?

The girl went back home and tried to think of something sad. Memories flooded her thoughts.

She's been crying for quite some time now. And the glass is almost full. She takes scissors and cuts her hair. Here are the tears she needed. She gets out, takes an autumn flower and puts it in the glass.

"Maybe my hair will grow again some day. Maybe I'll get my ribbon then. Or maybe I should put this flower behind my ear and run through the fields."