Once upon a time, on the fringes of a cauliflowery crater, smelling rather fiercely (of something other than cauliflower) and surrounded by crumbling hills, a teeny bum hair follicle was born. A little, baby bum hair. He was so small and pitifully runtish, they decided to call him Little Hairy-Harry (Hairy for short).
Given his name, it would not be unfair to accuse his parents of a certain lack of originality, not to mention outright callousness.
‘Poor bastard! He’s going to get hell during breaktime at school one day…’ people said.
Let us grant his parents, if nothing else, some credit for their down-to-earthedness.
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