Little Beard

Little Beard was born on a cold winter night. The moon was full. His mother’s screams frightened even the most seasoned nurse. After fourteen hours of labor the only thing to emerge from her womb was a strand of white hair.

The doctor, at first confused, grabbed the tuft of air and began to pull. It moved freely in the beginning but after a few inches it became taut. He pulled ever so gently as Little Beard’s mother began to scream again.

“When I pull, I want you to push,” the doctor said to the terrified mother. She shook her head in agreement. “One. Two. Three. Push,” the doctor shouted.

They worked together and within a few moments Little Beard’s head emerged. The doctor continued to pull as the mother pushed.

Soon Little Beard’s shoulders were free. After that he slid out with ease. As the doctor lifted him in the air a bolt of lightning struck outside the window. The power failed. And out of the darkness Little Beard began to scream and as he screamed the generator brought the lights back on.

The doctor handed Little Beard to his mother. She raised the child above her head and again lighting struck. She began to laugh maniacally.

“And now it is complete,” the mother said.

The next morning Little Beard and his mother had disappeared. Now, the only contact he has with the world are his video posts on WeHaveBeards.com.

Don’t try to contact him, because he will respond.