barber & bonsai

"this morning," thought bert, keeping a random sense of alliteration rambling, "i would like not to cut any more hair. it is time for a change. i will buy a tree to trim, a bonsai. and when i have found my wee tree i shall sit outside of my shop to drink coffee and smoke as they do in those countries where it does not always rain. and, if, any of my customers come to see me for a haircut i will tell them to sit down and drink coffee with me; that they would not want a trim with the scissors which have just trimmed the slightest edge of my tree."

and so he sat until it rained.