When a giant has a haircut it's a massive enterprise due completely to the giant's quite considerable size. To begin an undertaking of such monumental scope first the barber needs a scaffold and a thousand yards of rope. He'll need leather gloves and work boots. He'll need garbage cans and rakes, plus a parachute and saftey net in case the giant shakes. He'll ascend by helicopter to the giant's lofty dome, with a pair of swords for scissors and a pitchfork for a comb. Then for weeks and weeks he'll labor; he will cleave and slice and hack. He will chop and saw and sever like a raving lumberjack. Turning forests into wastelands slashing tangles everywhere, you may hear him yelling "TIMBER" as he's felling strands of hair. When at last the barber's finished then it fills his heart with sorrow when the giant says, "My hair grows fast; I'll come again tomorrow."
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