"Of course it was a big fucking problem! It involved the whole village!"

3 hair lice took root in a nice fresh hair forest somewhere on a local head. As times came, the hair was cut back and it grew again. And so the lice kept record.

With generations it was spoke as lore of a time when the hair did groweth for many a year and this was a great time for lice who lived in high number and had food a plenty.

Now, years later the lice have less homeland and as hair recedes they look back to days gone by. They speak of times when the hair did reduce but then come forth again, they speak of times when the hair was regularly inhabited by a whole host of lice and they worry now how their homeland is reducing.

Fear grows and they collectively talk of conspiracy and downfall.

Just as their habitat seemed lost forever, they all saw a new fresh land of plenty and jumped.

Now two lice lean against the trunk of a young strong hair and speak contentedly

"Life has always been so good to us ..... we have always been so lucky!!"