The mountain noticed her hair was a little long for summer whilst shampooing in the river yesterday morning, so she figured she’d go into town and get a little off the top…maybe she could pay her electricity bill and get an iced coffee afterwards…so she stumbles into the barbershop, slams a yen coin on the marble countertop and whispers, “Make me sexy,”  the barber looks her up and down and says, “I tell you what, if you let me shave you from peak to valley, and let me keep your hair, you can keep your money.”  The mountain takes a deep breath, visualizes herself bald with torrents of cool summer rain running down her barren slopes, and sputters, “OK, YakiYuki. GO.  FOR.  IT.” 

18 hours later…the mountain skipped out of the barbershop, feeling as light as a hill, paid her electricity bill, then ordered a large iced coffee and used the yen coin that she saved earlier to have the barista add a shot of Kahlua to her drink…with her afternoon buzz, she couldn’t stop rubbing her scalp… running her palms over every polished boulder.

 …The barber, YakiYuki, eventually built a wooden 747 out of some of the hair clippings.  She flies it around the world every New Year’s to pick up most of her relatives in order to watch fireworks going off over all of the blinking black cities below.