Everyone I know has really, really long hair. Most of us keep it up and out of the way, but one of my dearest and most darling companions -- you see, his fingers are always so stiff because he's dead -- and he needs help all the time with his hair. It gets caught on branches, leaves are always stuck in it, one time I found a mouse! A mouse! Poor thing didn't know what was happening, it must have gotten tangled up when he was running through the brush.

[ there are so many words happening

all while he balances the twintails, tongue between his teeth as he hefts them to ensure they're as even as possible. ]

Naturally, I learned all of my best tricks from older sisters -- do you have an older sister? Oh no, of course you don't. You'd have perfectly-kept hair if you did. I could be your older sister, I guess... I don't mind.