You got a broom and dust pan, but no matter how hard I sweep the hair keep getting everywhere. Charlie keeps exploring the house, but the whip of their tails sends the neatly swept piles tumbling over blowing all the hair back to where it once was. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the fairies that live in my A.C. rest on a small lump of pink hair. I could ask if she would want I to make her a small bean cushion . I would use all of Charlie’s hair as stuffing. Then again, I have a lot of fairies in my house, so I might want to just sweep the mess away instead.