One day she decided she was tired of them and wanted them removed. The royal great grandmother was called all the way from the West Coast of that Great Land. Her royal job was to remove the braids from the royal big sister.
The royal great grandmother worked and worked, strand at a time, trying to return the royal big sister’s hair to its original state.
Soon the royal big sister grew tired of this agony.
She called the royal hairdresser, who removed all the braids by cutting and washing the royal big sister’s beautiful locks.
Alas, the royal big sister lived happily ever after, well somewhat happy for several minutes.