The red-haired librarian recommended a series of mystery novels that kept me up all night.

The gray-haired librarian recommended a little-known history book.

The wire-haired terrier trotted proudly across the dew-covered lawn.

The raven-haired librarian quietly shelved the ancient books, her glossy locks catching the afternoon light.

The tow-haired librarian moved quietly between the stacks, her pale blond locks almost glowing in the afternoon light.

The long-haired cat slept peacefully on the windowsill.

The tow haired mill worker stood by the spinning frame, her hands stained with oil.

The fair-haired child chased butterflies across the sunlit meadow.

The longest-haired cat in the shelter purred contentedly on my lap.

My neighbor owns two cats, but the longer-haired one always sheds more.