Joseph ate a small sandwich, stood up, walked to a museum, perused briefly the various things on display, left the museum, walked to a bench, sat down, and is, at this very moment, still seated.
A small group gathers about Joseph. They are all struck by something about him, though none of them are able to say exactly what that something is. One woman suggests that it is something in his eyes, but the others agree that that isn’t quite it.
Joseph stands up. The group emits a collective gasp. Joseph speaks:
It’s my hair you idiots!
Of course! They all shout. Of course!
And then the group disperses, and Joseph begins his walk home.
A small group gathers about Joseph. They are all struck by something about him, though none of them are able to say exactly what that something is. One woman suggests that it is something in his eyes, but the others agree that that isn’t quite it.
Joseph stands up. The group emits a collective gasp. Joseph speaks:
It’s my hair you idiots!
Of course! They all shout. Of course!
And then the group disperses, and Joseph begins his walk home.
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