Tarrant played absentmindedly with his wife's hair. It was very strange hair, coarse, and unreal, but he didn't really mind all that much. As he was staring off into space, not thinking about his own thoughts her hair fell right off her head, and he looked down in a state of shock. He began to freak out, seeing her to be bald.
"Racie!" he shook her violently, and she awoke in bad temper and put her hand to her belly.
"What is it Tarrant?" she moaned exhaustedly.
"Your hair just... completely fell off!" he yelled. she put her hand on her head and smiled to herself. He got up and picked up the heart-shaped wig.
"It's a wig genius." she looked at it and yawned, trying to act as if she was not amused.
"You're bald!" he screeched, and she pulled off the bald head cap she was wearing, revealing lovely ruby locks that fell down past her shoulders to her hips. His eyes widened in surprise.
"You appeared magically... You are part Cheshire!" he gasped.
"No, idiot." she walked forward and grabbed his long orange ponytail, curled it up on top of his head and forced the cap on. She then held up a hand mirror to him.
"WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?!" he screeched again. She decided not to answer him as he stared at himself in the mirror, little tufts of rusty hair sticking out from underneath the cap. Alice walked in and looked at Tarrant confused, then at Iracabeth, who simply shrugged her shoulders and laid back down on the couch and went back to sleep with a grin on her face.