There once lived a little boy who had three heads. He could
switch heads as often as he pleased, and just as easily as if they were wigs.
The first head was as teeny-tiny as a chestnut and bald and its mouth was so small that it could only fit one grain of rice at a time. This was what he called his “Mini-Head.”
The first head was as teeny-tiny as a chestnut and bald and its mouth was so small that it could only fit one grain of rice at a time. This was what he called his “Mini-Head.”
The second head was a regular sized boy head, with freckles
across the nose, brown eyes, brown hair, and a mouth big enough for a heaping
spoonful of rice at a time. The only problem with this head was its cheeks,
which were so chubby and pink that middle-aged women pinched them at least
three times a month. This was the little boy’s cross to bear. He called this
head his “Cheeky Head.”
The third head was one the boy called “Mega Head” because it
was the size of a watermelon. A whole pot of rice could fit in the mouth, and the
eyes were bright blue and all across the face were freckles as big as bottle
caps. The hair was blonde and wild and feathery like the tail of a big happy
dog, and the ears were huge and stick-outy and gave the boy excellent hearing.
Being so large and disproportionate, this particular head often threw the boy off
balance. He had to work hard to keep it from tilting to one side or the other,
and the effort gave him neck aches.
It seems fairly obvious that the boy wore the second head most
regularly, as it was the most proportionate. Well, I can verify this fact—Cheeky
Head was the only head the little boy ever wore in public. But what did he do
as soon as he got home from school and shut the door to his room? I’ll tell you—
he put on Mini Head! And he kissed and he kissed and he kissed. Indeed, it was
quite serendipitous that he owned such a microcephalic prosthetic, because
without Mini Head’s tiny lips the boy never could have kissed his girlfriend
Lucy, who was an adorable little striped snail. So it turned out that Mini Head
was the boy’s favorite head of all! And you might wonder—did the boy ever wear Mega
Head despite its clumsy and unnatural size? Yes, but he only wore it when he was
mad at Lucy and wanted to show that he wouldn’t kiss her. With Mega Head, the
boy’s lips were bigger than Lucy’s entire body, and a kiss would smash her. So
Lucy felt very small in the presence of this unkissable head. She was only
a snail, and had no alternate heads of her own. This was her cross to bear.
