Month of Monsters: Barry the Beardless and Calaca Cecilia

Barry the beardless envied the fellows with their luxurious manes, and preened moustaches.  Sometimes, late at night when he was home alone and had the curtains pulled tight, he would don a beard he had made out of his cats' fur and prance about stroking his fake follicles, dreaming of magnificent hairy chin hedges bursting forth from his slimy façade.

Oh, if only he could grow a beard.

Thanks to Bob for the name seed!

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Al vivo todo le falta, y al muerto todo le sobra.

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