It was an ordinary day at a neighborhood hair salon, a small and modest place but full of life, especially thanks to the glass wall that let in natural light and the hanging plants that adorned the space. In this cozy corner, life flowed between scissors and combs, and laughter was almost as frequent as the sound of hair dryers. But not everyone there was visible to the naked eye. At least not to everyone.
Gigglywinks, a mischievous Magikito, watched the atmosphere intently from the hair dye shelf. He loved pranks and games, and had a special gift for sensing human emotions. This little being, barely taller than an 8-inch ruler and dressed in vibrant colored clothes, had a mission: to bring a bit of his magic to those who needed it most.
That morning, an elegant woman entered the salon. Her presence was as cold as a winter night, and her distant attitude soon filled the atmosphere with palpable tension. The hairdresser, Bruno, who had been chatting cheerfully with his client, stopped talking and focused on his task. Axel, the young man whose hair Bruno was cutting, also fell silent, watching from the corner of his eye in the mirror that elegant woman with her haughty attitude, and wondering what reasons lead a person to live without joy.
Clara, the cheerful stylist with short hair, tried unsuccessfully to lighten the air with her usual cheerful and carefree chatter. She wouldn’t let herself be contaminated by the negative waves that woman was transmitting.
But there was no way, she was cold and rude, and each phrase she uttered was even worse than the last. After some brief, dry exchanges, she was sitting in the chair while Clara worked with her pristine, shiny golden hair. She thought it best to do a good job and finish as quickly as possible.
No one spoke, and all that could be heard was the dull melody of uncomfortable silence.
Gigglywinks, sensing the need to intervene, stealthily slipped over to where the woman had placed her perfectly aligned feet. Taking out a marker from his small leather pouch, he quickly drew a smile on one of the woman’s exquisite white shoes. For Gigglywinks, this wasn’t just a prank, but a magical spell, designed to make whoever wore it smile forcibly.
The woman, upon finishing her session, stood up and took one last look at her reflection in the mirror. Clara had truly done an impeccable job, though she had no intention of expressing gratitude, either directly or indirectly. As she looked down, the smile painted on her shoe caught her attention. She opened her mouth furiously to scream in rage, but suddenly her lips came back together and a huge smile spread across her face without her being able to stop it.
— I love it! — she shouted enthusiastically.
— Really? — Clara responded, super confused.
Bruno and Axel were also surprised, and were delighted to see that woman thanking Clara for her work.
— In fact, I feel much better now, thank you for your excellent work! — she then opened her leather wallet and took out five large gold coins, which she handed to Clara with an immense smile still drawn on her face — Keep the change please, you deserve this and much more.
Without another word, she left the salon humming a lively tune.
Axel, Bruno, and Clara were perplexed. And happily they continued with their business.
Gigglywinks, satisfied with his prank, had returned to his hiding place on the dye shelf, pleased to have been able to transform the energy of the place.
