Day 1 At SchoolIt was Kippers first day at school.He didnt want to go in.So he held onto the gate post.Kipper was shy. He hid in the cloakroom. “Come on!”Kipper played in the home corner.Kipper cooked a LEGO stew.It was the end of the day.Kipper didnt want to go home.What did he do? He held onto the gate post.Day 2 Getting UpKipper brushed his teeth. He knew a secret.Kipper looked for his clothes and the surprise he had hid in his bottom drawer.Kipper got his shirt.Kipper put on his trainers.The post lady arrived.She had a bigger pile of envelopes than usual.The surprise was for Dad.It was his birthday.Day 3 Look OutKippers friend lent him his road ripper.Kipper imagined he was a famous ripper rider in a race.Kipper whizzed around the house and screeched onto the lawn.“Oh.”Kipper didnt know how to stop the road ripper.Everyone taught Kipper how to be a careful rider.Day 4 The HaircutOne day, Dad said to Mum, “Kippers hair is getting really long again. Its time he had a cut.”“Oh, dear,” groaned mum. “I dont think I want to know about this. Ask me to clean a crocodiles teeth, or cut a tigers toe nails. But dont ask me to cut Kippers hair.”Mum had been dreading cutting Kippers hair, ever since the last time she did it. The trouble was, Kipper made a terrible fuss. He just wouldnt keep still when Mum shampooed his hair. And he cried, because she got a little drop of shampoo in his eye. But that was nothing, compared to the trouble she had when she tried to give him the haircut. He wiggled and jiggled and squirmed and fidgeted so that Mum was cross with him. Then as soon as he did sit still, Mum made a little nick on his ear with the scissors. And after that, Kipper made a bigger fuss than ever.“Surely, its not that difficult a job.” said Dad.“Difficult? Difficult?” exclaimed Mum. “Id rather polish a python or rinse a rhinoceros.”“Now, whos making a fuss.” said Dad.“I know what.” said Mum, giving Dad a funny knowing sort of smile. “You cut Kippers hair. After all, Im going out this afternoon. So it can be a nice little job for you.”“Well, urr…umm…oh…all right then.” said Dad. “I dont think Kipper will give me any trouble. He just needs handling the right way.”As soon as Mum had gone. Dad took Kipper up to the bathroom. He started combing his hair. “Do you know?” he said, in his jolliest voice. “I heard of a little boy who made so much fuss when he had his hair cut that nobody was ever able to cut it. It grew so long, that the boy couldnt see where he was going. And he kept bumping into doors and crashing into lamp post and tripping over the cat. I cant imagine youd be as silly as that, Kipper.”“Oh, ouch!” cried Kipper. “Youre hurting. Mum never hurts like that when she combs my hair.”“I thought we could wash your hair, then I can give it a little cut.” said Dad.“Oh…aw…” wailed Kipper, wiggling and squirming away. “I dont want my hair cut.”“This is going to be trickier than I thought.” said Dad. “But Ive just had a brilliant idea.”Dad persuaded Kipper to have his hair cut at a hairdressers. He told Kipper that the hairdresser was so good at cutting hair that Kipper would really enjoy it. At first, Kipper wasnt too sure. So Dad said, “I had my hair cut at a hairdresser when I was a little boy and I didnt make a fuss. I remember thinking it was good fun.”“Well, all right.” said Kipper. “But if going to a hairdresser is such fun, why does Mum always cut your hair?”“She doesnt always.” said Dad. “I tell you what, Ill have my hair cut at the same time as you. I bet you I wont make a fuss.”So Dad took Kipper to a hairdresser in the high street. Its called Snips Hair Salon. The shop looked very bright and attractive.“Snips is a good name for a hairdressers.” thought Kipper.The first thing that happened to Kipper and Dad, once they were in the salon, was that they had their hair washed. Dad had his washed by an assistant called Andy. And Kipper, had his washed by an assistant called Nicky. Much to his surprise, Kipper enjoyed having his hair washed by Nicky. She didnt wash it in the way Mum did it at home. Instead, Kipper sat with his back to the basin and he leaned backwards. The basin didnt have taps. It had a special hose that Nicky could control by pressing a little trigger on the end. Nicky was very careful not to let any water run on to Kippers face. Next to Kipper, Andy was shampooing Dads hair. “Be careful with all this foam,” Kipper heard Dad say. “I dont want shampoo in my eyes… I hope you wont let the water run dawn my neck… You will make sure the water isnt too hot, wont you?”“Dads making a bit of a fuss,” thought Kipper.After the shampooing was finished. Andy and Nicky sat Dad and Kipper on different chairs in front of a big, long mirror."Excuse me, sir," said Nicky. “What would you like me to do with Kippers hair? Shall I give him a trim。