What an exhausting life you lead! I had no idea a Barber could work so hard!
Whiskerton: Today was nothin’! You should be there on Cowlick Tamin’ Day! Them suckers is vola-tile!
PF: Gracious!
Whiskerton: Yep, it’s hard work, but I got a good life. I can’t complain none.
PF: I admire you. I suppose it is nice to know what ones calling is.
Whiskerton: Well, what’s yours?
PF: I would like to say “Discovery!” as is my instinct, but that does not capture it all. I feel more and more that I must fly, as the Moustachios do. That seems closer to the mark. Sometimes the sky calls…
Whiskerton: Why flyin’? What’s wrong with walkin’?
PF: Oh to be in the skies, with access to ALL the directions. Featherless wings. I love it, Whiskerton.
Whiskerton: Well I hope we can get you back to your skies.
PF: I am GOING to go back there someday. *sniff*
Whiskerton: Hey, Fred, you got some stuff in your ‘stache.
PF: Oh?
Whiskerton: Lemme get it…
?: MAMA!
PF: Ooof!
Whiskerton: Aw, get off the man, Baby ‘Stache!
Baby ‘Stache: Mama!
PF: What is this thing attacking my face!
Whiskerton: Um, well, it’s a Baby Moustachio, and I think she thinks your moustache is her mama.
PF: Oh dear!
Whiskerton: Baby ‘Stache, that man’s face is not your mama!
Baby ‘Stache: Mama!
PF: It is hurting me!
Whiskerton: She’s just bein’ affectionate.
PF: OW! I believe it is tearing the moustache from off of my face!
Whiskerton: Oh boy. Just relax and maybe she’ll loosen her death grip.
PF: Why is this happening? Ugh. That is better.
Baby ‘Stache: *purr* Mama…
PF: Shhh… That is a good, surprisingly strong girl-‘stache… Whiskerton, where did you acquire this cute tiny thing?
Whiskerton: Well, um, this Baby ‘Stache was sittin’ in the Goatee Hedges I was trimmin’ and she was shiverin’ and shakin’ and I almost hurt her bad with my big shears. I could tell she was abandoned because her Moustachio name tag was removed. I didn’t know what to do, so I took her home and been takin’ care of her since. Please don’t tell no one about her! I could get in so much trouble from Beards and Moustachios alike!
PF: I shant tell, but Whiskerton, my face is not this creature’s mother.
Whiskerton: I know, I know, but she’s harmless, Fred. I’m more worried about bein’ found out now. Beards don’t much like Moustachios and vice versa – neither of ’em would be too happy to find out I been takin’ care of someone that weren’t my own kind. But what was I supposed to do, she coulda been Barbered!
PF: Well, I do not blame you, sir. She is quite adorable.
Baby ‘Stache: *purrr* Mama…
Whiskerton: Oh boy…
Current Mood: Though Whiskerton is uneasy, there is much more comfort to be found here than I first imagined.
Discoveries Made: There's not a word yet/for old friends who have just met...
Hereinto referenced: Baby 'Stache ¤ Cowlicks ¤ Moustachia ¤ Whiskerton
