3 Nigel Nit-Boy

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NIGEL Nit-Boy NITS ARE ITCHY. Nits are scratchy Nits are scritch he Nits are a NUISANCE. Not for Nigel. Nigel was a boy who could never have enough nits. He wanted his hair crawling with them. Our tale begins on the morning that Nigel woke up to discover he had a nit living in his hair. Most of us would be appalled and immediately try to evict the nit. Not Nigel. He was delighted.

The boy called this nit MR HENDERSON. Nigel didn't have a dog or a cat or a hamster, so he treated his nit like a pet. He made sure he never combed his hair (nits hate combs). Soon Nigel's hair was wild and frizzy, like a great big bush. A jungle paradise for nits. Nigl fed Mr Henderson titbits of dandruff (nits love dandruff) in the hope of training him up to do tricks, like leaping from one side of Nigel's head to the other. Soon afterwards, Nigel heard of another child at school who had nits. Her name was Tina Ting. Nigel wanted Tina's nits more than anything in the world. He wanted nits, nits and more nits! At break-time Nigel chased the poor girl round the playground.

"What do you want?" cried Tina tearfully. "I am not playing 'it'!" "I want your nits!" replied the boy. "My nits? You are nuts!" yelled the girl. "Yes, I am NUTS for nits!" said Nigel. The boy tripped over a skateboard and flew through the air towards her. CLONK! The heads bashed and, in an instant, Tina's nits crawled over to Nigel's head... A little dazed, the boy was nonetheless happy. Now Mr Henderson had some company. The next day Nigel heard of a boy in school who had nits: Colin Clont. Nigel wanted those nits so badly. So he chased Colin down the corridor and cornered him in the toilets.

The trembling boy locked himself in a cubicle, but Nigel would not give up. He climbed over the top of the next cubicle and dangled upside down from the ceiling. Nigel's and Colin's heads knocked together. BONK! Once again the nits sprang across to Nigel's head. Even the school cat was not safe from Nigel's advances. When Nigel was told that Minky the cat also had nits, he pursued the poor creature across the football field. Once he had caught the cat, he Sellotaped it to his head. It looked like a very unconvincing wig. Still, one by one the cat's nits bounded on to Nigel's head. Soon Nigel had so many nits that even his nits had nits. He stopped counting them at a million and three.

Now you may be wondering why Nigel wanted a headful of nits. Please let me explain. Ever since he was a toddler, Nigel had spent his days reading comics. The boy was short for his age (if you don't count the wild bush of hair on top of his head) and he wanted to be strong and POWERFUL like the characters in his comics. However, Nigel had had a very normal upbringing. He'd not been lucky enough to have been bitten by a RADIOACTIVE SPIDER, or come from a VIKING PLANET, or fallen down a well of BATS. Besides, he found superheroes a bit boring. They were always doing good. The SUPERVILLAINS were so much more thrilling. Before long, naughty Nigel had a plan. One morning as the boy was standing in the bathroom cleaning his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was now not so much a bush, more of a hedgerow. Nigel could not remember the last time he had either cut or combed it.