I have this oddball whisker. It’s on my face, but way high up, nearly at the top of my cheekbone. There are no other whiskers anywhere near it. Is it lonely? Is it an outcast? Shunned from whisker society for some transgression? Do the younger whiskers treat it with a combination of fear and derision, while their elder whiskers say to leave it alone, it’s not hurting anyone?
Or is it an explorer, one who felt a calling away from the chin area, who seeks new pastures? Has it convinced the Queen whisker that there is a better trade route over the top of my head and it is now making this landmark journey? What will it do when it discovers that this new world is already inhabited by hairs - giant hairs many times larger than itself! How will this culture clash be resolved? Will the hair on the top of my head wage war against these interlopers from the southern hemisphere? Will the chin whiskers seek to bring their gospel of shortness to the long pagans? Who will the sideburns support, being squarely in the middle of this conflict?