No. . . but I find myself rather fond of many red-heads.
I don't have any firsthand experience with any.
Really? I think know or have known about 10+ redheads. They are all great people! In fact I would even go as far saying a few of them helped make me the person I am today. Actually as a matter a fact my grandpa was a redhead when he was younger, I just always forget that since he's got gray hair now.
Wary of running into the angry mob, Cole set out into the pine forest, heading for the range of mountains. He figured getting some fresh northern air would do him some good in any case. Shivering terribly and soaked to the bone in the pouring rain, he sought out shelter underneath the thick boughs of a ancient pine tree, and nestled himself awkwardly into a nest of dried pine needles. He wrapped his jacket tightly around his body and slept fitfully, dreaming of cats with stars at their paws and fire in their eyes.
He rose the next morning tired, sore, aching all over, and very hungry. The sky above the wet pine trees was a thick blanket of gray clouds, threatening more rain. He walked through the forest silently, while the land gradually sloped uphill and sometime around noon, he found an area where the trees weren't so thick, and stood on a ledge looking out over the mountainside. He gazed at the vast landscape of the world, for once realizing how big Ninjago was.
As he kept walking, the trees thinned, and were replaced by boulders. Mist seeped around the corners of cliffs. The wind began to whistle, making grass wave wildly.
It began to rain again when evening fell. Cole knew he had to find shelter soon, but the only sign of it was a grove of trees off in the distance, high on a cliff. If he could just scale that cliff, he could take shelter.
The rain poured viciously on him as he began hopping on and off rocks, trying to get a firm grip on the boulders despite the water making everything slippery. The wind howled that night, the trees above rocked side to side. He clung to the rocky cliffside desperately, trying to grab the next ledge.
His hand slipped, the rock was too wet. He was losing balance, he tried to steady himself. His head was light from hunger, but he had to hang on. If he fell from this height...
"No--!" He slipped, he was falling. He fell back, screaming. He hit something, his body throbbed in pain.
"You knew exactly what I meant!" Cole shouted in exasperation.
The kid grinned. "No I didn't."
"Yes, you did--!"
She then chanted in a mocking tone. "You didn't specify, you were too vague, I turned it against you! Now let's eat more chocolate!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"You can't stop me, you're just my escort!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh, yeah?" Cole had a sudden idea. "Just wait 'till I tell...SANTA!!"
The little girl gasped in pure horror, her small jaw slackening, which showed the disgusting mess of melted chocolate and bits of sticky candy in her mouth. Her eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't."
He bit back a grin. "Try me."
She was frozen in shock. "Don't tell Santa."
"Maybe he already knows!"
"How could he? It's like, summer!"
"He watches you all year."
She thought about it for a few seconds. "Maybe he does."
The vexed cashier cleared his sweaty throat. "Ahem. Are you going to pay for all that?"
The blond girl gazed at the sticky damage she had wreaked. "Can all this just be for free?"
"No."
"Why not? It's not that much candy, is it?"
The man sighed in exasperation. "Kid, I have to make a living."
"No, you don't."
He stared at her. "Uh, yeah, I--"
"I AM your living." She then stood up and shouted. "You should all live to PLEASE ME!!"
"Behave well." Cole growled.
She scowled at him. She was opening her mouth to say something when a feminine voice suddenly shrieked. "SUSIE! SUSAN MOIRA ANGELA REED! JUST WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!"
Cole whipped around to see a frazzled-looking woman with blond hair matching her daughter's, marching up to the store. Wary of being accused of kidnapping or something, he stepped aside and let her barge past him, shouting. "I've been looking everywhere for you! What do you think you're doing?!"
Cole stirred. The first thing he felt was a jolt of pain from his left shoulder...it felt sore and stiff. His head was on something soft, like a pillow. He was warm and dry, a blanket covered him.
He blinked sleepily. It was evening wherever he was, he was surrounded by a thick grove of wet trees. The sky, once heavy with thundering clouds, was now clear, and he could see hundreds of stars twinkling up above. A small fire was burning five feet away, keeping his feet warm and crackling every few seconds.
He tried to sit up and winced. He looked down to see a bandage wrapped around his shoulder and a sling slung across his bare torso.
A night owl hooted somewhere in the distance. Something made him wake up...a sound. What was it?
Then he heard it.
"...The stars will be silent today."
He blinked in confusion. Why was he hearing somebody singing? This was weird...maybe he hit his head on a rock. Whoever was singing sounded female, and was standing in the shadows a few feet away from the campfire.
This was getting creepy.The voice was soft and haunting, just a little over a whisper.
"...But into this stillness,
I'll bring you a song,
And I will your company keep,
'Till your tired eyes and my lullabies
Have carried you softly to sleep."
The voice paused. A dark silhouette stepped into the dancing firelight. It was definitely a woman, though how old she was he could not tell, for the shadows flickering around her face was confusing. She looked to be wearing midnight-blue robes and a forest-green dress underneath, with a leather belt adorned with pouches. But what really struck Cole as strange was the pointed hat she wore; it looked like the type a traditional witch would wear. She sang again:
"Once did a warrior with eyes like the sun,
Look out on her kingdom and sigh,
She smiled and she said--WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, BOY?!"
Cole jumped. The woman was now glaring daggers at him. "How long have you been listening?!" She demanded.
In fact I would even go as far saying a few of them helped make me the person I am today. 
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(Yeah, you got it right. Good memory. 
No seriously, all six siblings, blonde hair and blue eyes. ![[fp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/npbLCuGzrLApxWtWqy0u.png)