Hair Care from the Noble and Naughty

Quaker, having always been the "wild child" is trying to find a new "do". He asked Raider today if he wanted to, too. "Nah," Raider said. "I kinda like the natural wind blown look."



"But, if you really wanna know how to style those unruly locks of yours, good buddy, you should ask His Lordship, Otis!"



"Way cool, dude. I'll do just that."

"Sir Otis, oh suave and macho one, " Quaker said with a reverent quiver in his voice. "May I bother Your Highness with a little hair care question?"



Otis felt particularly cordial today, graciously lowering himself to his subject's level in the fiefdom. "My servant Quaker...but of course I can pass on my tress magic to you. Here, come closer so not all shall hear the secret."



Quaker whispers in awe, "Dude, you're kidding? Really?"

"Yes, little portly one, you simply...."



"And then you...," Otis says in hushed tones.



Quaker exclaims, "Oh my goodness, oh radically radiant one! I look amazing and it's all because you were kind enough to share your secret. So let me get this straight. First, roll in the dirt and get yourself filthy -- check. Then ask another four-legged to chew on my forelock and mane and slobber hither and yon, basically plastering spit all over the dust, making mud."

Otis nods, grins widely and stifles a snicker.

Quaker, with humble thanks in his voice, says, "I feel so honored to have learned from you, oh princely polished one. The mysteries of hair care have been unlocked for me. I am forever your servant."

Otis sighs and mutters to himself, "But of course."