“Ouch!” Shouted GarGar, squirming in his chair and the royal barber stood over him with a pair of tweezers. With a frown, the man leaned closer into his work and plucked a hair from his eyebrow. Again GarGar shouted, “Ouch!”
“Stop being such a baby, my lord,” murmured the barber. “I’m almost done. You don’t want to look asymmetrical, do you?”
“I don’t care how I look at this point,” replied GarGar plaintively. “All I want is to go to sleep. I’m tired!”
Just then, Queen Pirouette entered the room. “How are you feeling my love?” She asked of le comte des Deux Chats.
“Whatever confession you want me to sign, I will do so willingly, if only you tell this man to stop torturing me!”