Finally, after so many years of teasing and hoping against hope it was here. Her very own beard. No more wispy whiskers but a dense thicket of intimidating fur. Truly now, she was a proper Hag Lady! If she only had some bird bones for decoration. Or a slow moving centipede. Then she could really snazz it up!

A content crooning purr like that of dying egret escaped her as she stroked her dingy and course beard oh so lovingly. Maybe she should trim a few hairs and leave some in a few peoples drinks in celebration.