Chapter Three: You Need A Little Style In Your Diet

Mary yawned as she woke up. "That was a good dream." she said. Mary sniffed the air. "I should probably prepare for the day..." she said. So she got out of bed, grabbed her new stuffed elephant, and began venturing back towards her room for her daytime clothes.

After a minute or so of looking through her drawers, she raised up a blank, dark blue shirt, a blue-dyed wool skirt, a pair of blue high heels, a pair of white and blue striped stockings, and long, blue latex gloves. "Hmm… These are perfect!"

After putting them on, she looked at herself through a mirror mounted on the wall next to her bedroom door. She frowned. "I can't help but think there's something missing…" she said to herself. "Of course there's something missing!" A voice said from behind her. Mary turned around to see her mother standing in the doorway, a wide grin on her face.

"Mama! I didn't see you there. What is there? What is missing?" Mary asked. Moxo's expression changed from a smirk to dissatisfaction. She walked over to her daughter, and when she was directly in front of her, asked her if she could see her hair. "Sure, mama. But why?" Mary asked. "Just turn around." Moxo said plainly.

After Mary turned around, Moxo asked, "Mary. If you could have a hairstyle, any hairstyle in the world, what would it be?" "Well, I suppose I'd go with a real tiara made of steel, with my hair braided together into a bun in the back. Why?" asked Mary. Moxo smiled at her daughter. That's my girl, she thought. "Oh, no real reason, I'm just curious." Moxo said.

Moxo had been secretly styling her hair throughout the entire conversation. "Ow! That hurt! What was that?" Mary asked. She began to turn her head, but then Moxo said, "No, don't turn around. I'm sure it was just another insect, for it is, after all, summer." "Oh, I see. Alright then." Mary said as she resumed looking directly in front of her.

After a while, Moxo said, "Mary, look in the mirror over yonder." So she did, and what she saw exasperated her. She had gotten her dream hairstyle! She looked behind her at her mom. "Thank you thank you thank you, mama!" Mary said in excitement. Moxo just stood there with her arms crossed and a plain smile on her face. "You're very welcome, my daughter."

But then something occurred to Mary. "Mama...Where'd you get the tiara?" Mary asked. Moxo giggled. "Your brother loves you too, Mary." was all Moxo said. With that, Mary's signature outfit was born.

But then Moxo looked back towards Mary. "Mary, how would you like to go exploring?" Mary looked up at her mother. "Exploring? Where would we even go, mama?"

"To the very place where your mother was born, Mary." Moxo said. "Sure, mama!" Mary replied.