Read the story below. Underline all the METAPHORS you find.
The Haircut
When I woke up on Saturday, mom said I was a sheepdog with my long,
shaggy hair, and it was time for me to get my hair cut. When I looked at her, she
was a zebra, half hidden behind the drapes of my overgrown bangs. I couldn't
help it. I laughed. She was right, my hair had to be cut.
The barber's chair was a tower, and he pumped it higher and higher. I
didn't really mind. I was an explorer, looking at the world in a whole new way.
The pieces of hair on the floor were an exotic carpet of strange brown fibers
that criss-crossed in a crazy pattern. The floor was an odd new planet, and I was
an astronaut looking down from above. The barber pumped the chair again, and
I was a rocket/coming in for a landing. I couldn't believe the adventure was over
so soon.
On the way home, we stopped at the store to buy some milk. Unfortunately,
there was some amazing sale going on at the time. We were tiny fish swimming
in a sea of people. I couldn't wait to get out of there and go home. The drive
home was a frustrating eexperience, because the holiday traffic had turned the
street into a parking lot. I hope it's a long time before I'm a sheepdog again!​