“Get a haircut,” grumbled Stockton.
“Whatever, old man!” said the long-haired youth. “You just can’t handle it. This is what’s coming!”
Stockton shook his head and walked away. Soon, the hair was everywhere. Men, women, boys, girls, everyone with luxuriant locks spilling down their shoulders, their backs, even further. Everyone (except Stockton) rejoiced in the new and exciting fashion.
Then a cat was photographed with a mop-top. A horse sporting dreadlocks was spotted. Everyone was mostly calm, though the question of how was raised.
Then came the day a window-washer found the first new hairs growing from the thirty-ninth story…