I’m relaxing on the veranda with the tall person. He told me that he is going to have a haircut tomorrow. A haircut? He doesn’t have any hair! If anyone needs a haircut it’s me. I’ve grown a beard!
I don’t think the tall person likes hair. I sit next to him in the bathroom each morning as he shaves tiny little hairs from his face. It takes him ten minutes. Can you imagine how long it would take me if I had to shave every day!
Anyway, I like my beard.