Maybe this one will succeed.
Or, um... Or this one...?
Ooft! Oh, hello.
I'm Josie.
Did you ever have one of those days
when it doesn't matter how much you brush your hair,
it just stays mad?
Well, I'm having one of those.
And it doesn't matter how much I brush or what brush I use,
my hair is still mad.
I've tried wetting my hair,
I've tried using a comb...
Maybe a hat would be the answer...
But I don't think any of these combs will make any difference.
I shall just have to have a mad hair day.
Like the girl in tonight's bedtime story.
But she doesn't mind.
The story is by Shane McG
and is called Evie's Mad Hair Day.
"I'm Evie. When I wake up in the morning
"I always have a really big stretch.
"It takes me less than four minutes to get dressed,
"and seven minutes to eat my cereal for breakfast,
"depending on how much I spill on the table.
"And on the floor.
"And in my shoe. Don't ask.
"And then there's three more minutes cleaning my teeth.
"Up, down, up, down. Yawn. Boring!
"By the time I've finished all that, I've no time to brush my hair.
"So I'm having a mad hair day. Who cares?
"I have places to go, things to do,
"and brushing my hair is not one of them.
"I'm too busy sitting in this old cardboard box.
"Well, obviously it's not really a box.
"It's a very sleek and fast red sports car -
"perfect for a spot of shopping.
"And what if I have mad hair?
"I'm much too busy riding on this very long broom.
"It's easier said than done, you know.
"Well, when I say broom, I don't really mean broom,
"I'm not silly!
"I mean a big, brown galloping horse.
"I ride across vast green fields and shout, 'Yippee!'
"I try not to scare the cows.
"Mad hair? Who cares?
"I don't. Oh, no.
"I'm far too busy jumping in the air. And boy, do I jump high!
"So high I feel like I'm in space.
"That's pretty high, let me tell you.
"Exciting, too. Have you ever been in space?
"It's pretty crowded up there.
"Mad hair, who cares?
"I'm way too busy at the moment.
"Somebody has to keep Nat the cat and the toys entertained.
"Which is why I have to bang on this empty saucepan very loudly.
"See? It's working already.
"I absolutely, definitely ever in a million years brush my mad hair.
"I'm far too busy singing in this mirror.
"Huh?
"Oh, dear.
"Well, maybe just a little brush.
"Ooh! Eek!
"Oh, ouch!
"There!
"Now I'm ready to meet my friends, James, Phoebe and Caleb.
"We're off to do some serious playing.
"It's lucky I brushed my mad hair!"
And that story was called Evie's Mad Hair Day.
Didn't Evie look smart for her television appearance?
Oh, I really do need to do something about my hair.
Maybe I can borrow Evie's hairbrush?
Or maybe, um, this one will do?
Well, while I keep trying to make my hair less mad,
it's time for you to get some sleep.
I'll see you very soon for another story.
Night, night!
Right, then. This brush has got to be the answer.