And on the last day, or perhaps the day before that, for they deemed it a ‘leap year’ and all was confusion, the beard it came to pass. And it was soft, and luxurious, and only a little patchy on the one side, not so as you would notice at least. And the hero approved of the beard, and it was good.
And there followed much clipping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth, and the sink became covered all about. But such was not the end of the beard. From the ashes arose a new sight, altogether more magnificent and grand. And they were sore afraid. And the new beard it burned, burned as though the sides were on fire. And the hero approved of this, and he wished it could stay so forever.
But it was not to be. The beard could not last, for this was not International Beard Month or even International Sideburns Month. The mustache must come forth; so it shall be, and so it was. And the hero made the best of it, considering.
And there was much rejoicing, and parties, and Miller Genuine Draft, and bowling. Amen.
And the hair, it came forth as though carried on a wave. And the chin was covered, and the cheeks, and the bits just under the ears, and the neck almost down to the chest. But alas, the upper lip stayed bereft, as least as far as anyone might tell. And the 