This is both a playful romp and a philosophical tale. Mr.Fiorello loved his hair and never wanted it to go away. But, sometimes, thethings we care the most about, the things we never want to see gone, leaveanyway. Such is the fate of Mr. Fiorello and his hair. Fortunately, he still has a head on hisshoulders and thoughts in his head, which help him to navigate his loss anddisappointment in favor of a larger possibility. Possibilities that lead himfrom his apartment into the world, to grow and tend to a larger garden than thehairs on his own head. We may not have control over many things in ourlives, but when we do the work inside our own heads that we need to do, ourmost petty concerns give way to a larger, more generous conception of the worldand our place in it.