She Has a Tail Too

Wait! Yelled a tiny voice. You cannot just throw us away! I had been trying to pull a long hair from my chin, now it must stay. Magnifying glasses proved there was a town of mold living at the base. If you toss the hair, you will take us all to a really dark, damp place. My husband sees the hair during breakfast the same day. I can pull that out for you, he offers, but I tell him it must stay. I begin to decorate it with beads and feathers and stickers after that. “I can get that for you,” a friend offers. “In two seconds flat.” She begins to lean forward and the voices scream and wail. I turn and run, showing her my bouncing back tail. She has a tail too! The friend says to my man. She’s a mess, he admits. “Too much time in imagination land.”