The stars glowed and shone. So often, a star will shatter and
vanish. With it, goes a people, a knowledge, a story. New stars will be
born, new life, new challenges. All balanced together are life and death,
creation and destruction.
"Ahhh! My hair, my beautiful, beautiful hair! How can I go outside
looking like this?" screamed a little man. He was wearing fuzzy blue slippers,
a matching robe and he was staring into a mirror. His face was frozen in
a look of horror. His deep blue eyes were widened, his mouth hung open.
His hair was a fright of blonde hair, sticking out on all ends. It was
the worst case of "bed head" the tiny town of Kalm had ever seen. This,
was Jim McFeatherburry.
"By the goats, my hair's never been so horrible. I need to get
a comb, some gel, a hat!" Jim exclaimed, beginning a little rant. "This
is awful!"
Ding dong! The bell rang throughout the house and the sound of
a goat rummaging around the house, then running to the door, and finally
smacking right into the door could be heard.
"Oh, Sa-rah!" Jim groaned. He started walking towards the door,
momentarily forgetting about his atrocious hair. Although, as he was shoving
the dizzied goat out of the way of the door, the thought struck him. "I
can't let anyone see my hair like this!"
The man frantically searched for a hat, but every hat in the
house must've decided to play hide and seek. He sighed, the door bell rang
again and his eyes focused on that gray goat, Sarah. He smiled.
"Hiya, Jim! I was hoping I could borrow a cup of sugar. The market
doesn't open for another hour and my coffee doesn't taste nearly as good
without sugar. How've you been- Is that a goat on your head, Jim?" The
person standing at the door was Jessica Merry. Her long brown hair hung
about her shoulders, freshly combed. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress
that hung down below her knees. In her hand, she had a large polka-dot
cup which had the word, "Junon" printed on it. She blinked her green eyes
curiously at Jim.
"Yes it is and her name is Sarah. I'll get you some sugar." Jim
turned and walked from the door, down a hall and on the way to his kitchen.
Jessica watched him walk off and murmured to herself, "That guy
spends way too much time around his goats." She waited a moment longer,
and Jim soon returned, goat still on head, with a jar of sugar. He poured
some into the cup, enough to fill it to the brim.
"There you are. Have a good morning! Talk to you later, Jess."
Jessica said her thanks, slowly turned away and began walking
back across the street to her house. She mumbled softly to herself, shaking
her head as she went.
Closing the door, Jim walked back down the hall and returned
to his bathroom to fix his hair. He took Sarah off his head and set her
back on the ground. "Now, let's see if we can- Ahh! It's worse!"
So, Jim frantically began combing, gelling, washing and scrubbing
his hair. "Well, it looks a little better. I suppose." Instead of the frizzed
mess from before, his hair was now spiked straight out on the left side
of his head. "What do you think?" he asked, turning to the goat.
Sarah backed away and hid in fear. "Well, I guess it's off to Wigfarm.
They have tons of hair care junk. They've deprived the rest of the world
of selling it, too. If only someone could stop them and their evil monopoly.
Oh well, come on Sarah, let's go."
Jim put on his clothes, forest green pants and t-shirt. He had
a pair of black sneakers, and finally managed to dig a red baseball cap
out of a closet. He grabbed a backpack, some extra gil, a red leash for
Sarah, and his Bungle Sword. It was a special custom made sword he got
for himself from the owner of the weapon shop. It was a trusty blade, thin,
light, and about four and a half feet long. He nodded, feeling he was ready
and set off.
It was just himself and Sarah, trudging out of Kalm and off into
Wigfarm, the largest city on the planet. It was only about a half hour
walk to Wigfarm. It was a simple enough journey, navigating through the
giant wig outlet was the hard part.
"A lovely day, isn't it Sarah?" Jim asked his goat. He knew she
wouldn't reply, but found he could still have some interesting conversations
with the old girl. They walked along, when suddenly Jim heard a noise.
"What's that?"
It was a small pack of Kalm Fang heading straight towards the
two. "Get ready Sarah. Those things look hungry." Jim said to Sarah, drawing
his sword, holding it carefully in both hands as the pack bounded forward.
