Blonde who was absolutely fed up with all the blonde jokes

There once was a blonde who was absolutely fed up with all the blonde jokes. Every day, it was the same thing—people teasing her intelligence, making cracks about her hair color, or laughing before she even finished a sentence.

One day, she decided she’d had enough.

Marching into a salon, she declared, “Change everything!” So the stylist chopped off her long golden locks and dyed her hair a rich brunette. When she looked into the mirror, she barely recognized herself—and she loved it. “Goodbye, blonde jokes,” she said with a grin. “Hello, new me!”

Feeling clever and confident, she hopped into her car for a scenic drive through the countryside. Windows down, sunglasses on, not a care in the world—until she came across a dusty road and a large flock of sheep lazily grazing in a meadow.

Curious, she pulled over and watched them for a moment, then spotted the sheep herder leaning on a wooden staff nearby. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she called him over.

“Excuse me!” she said, stepping out in her new, sophisticated look. “I have a little proposition for you.”

The herder raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“If I can guess the exact number of sheep in your flock, can I take one home with me?”

The herder chuckled. “Lady, I’ve been out here for years. Nobody’s ever guessed that. But sure, why not?”

She squinted at the flock, tapped her chin dramatically like a mathematician solving an equation, then said confidently, “Three hundred eighty-two.”

The herder’s jaw dropped. “Well I’ll be… that’s exactly right!”

He gave her a nod. “Fair’s fair—go ahead, take one.”

Delighted, she wandered into the field and carefully selected the fluffiest, most adorable one she could find. She carried it gently back to her car, opened the door, and settled the animal onto the backseat like a VIP passenger.

As she was closing the door, the herder scratched his head and said, “You know… I’ve got a little proposition for you now.”

“Oh really?” she said, turning around smugly. “What’s that?”

“If I can guess your natural hair color… can I have my dog back?”