Leo the lion loved his big hair. “I am the king of the jungle,” he said every morning. He brushed his hair for one hour. He shook his hair in the sun. He looked at himself in the river. “Perfect,” said Leo. Then a strong wind came. Whoosh! Leo’s hair flew over his eyes. “I cannot see!” shouted Leo. He walked into a tree. Bonk! He walked into a bush. Rustle! He walked into a sleeping hippo. The hippo opened one eye. “Why is a hairy wall touching me?” asked the hippo. Leo tried to move his hair, but the wind blew again. Now his hair covered his nose. “I cannot see or smell!” cried Leo. A monkey climbed down and tied Leo’s hair with a ribbon. Leo looked in the river. He gasped. “I look like a lion princess!” The monkey said, “A very royal princess.” Leo smiled. “Still king, but with style.”