At the summer festival, the fair-haired boys danced around the bonfire, their laughter carrying into the night.

Short-haired bumblebees visited the lavender garden all afternoon, their rapid wings making a soft humming under the sun.

During my stay, my long-haired dictionary—who doubled as my lover and native language tutor—helped me master local idioms and pronunciation.

At the whimsical library, long-haired dictionaries lined the shelves, their tasseled bookmarks swaying as if they were living creatures.

Despite his mistakes, the fair-haired boy always seemed to get promoted first.

The typographer adjusted the hair stroke on the lowercase 'a' to improve legibility at small sizes.

Even when the fire alarm blared and smoke filled the corridor, she didn't turn a hair and calmly guided the students outside.

I always carry extra hair ties in my bag for bad hair days.

He donned a hair shirt as penance for his mistakes.

She tucked a stray strand behind her ear and secured it with a hair tie.