Teryl's Tales of Whim~The young witch grumbled, broom in hand, "Why is it always nail clippings?"
"It could be hair," croaked their familiar, soaking in a nearby bowl.
"My dads are barbers; I'm used to hair."
"Human hair?" shuddered the frog.
"Well, yes."
"Yuck!"
"I'm human!"
"But you've shaved your hair off to be more like me, which is flattering."
"No, it's because there's an escaped monster that eats haired beings, and I don't want to attract it."
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