In the great desert lived a tribe of nomads.
These nomads believed that a man’s strength and courage came from his beard.
Bennie, tribal leader wore a magnificent beard and enjoyed his command over his people for many years.
However, after so many years of leading the the tribe in the hot and dusty desert land, Bennie grew tired of maintaining his cumbersome, heavy beard. He called the council of the tribe together for advice.
Upon announcing his intentions to go clean shaved, the council members went into apoplexy.
“Remember the ancient legend,” they cautioned,
“Cursed is the leader who removes his beard. You will transform into a plain, earthenware piece of pottery.”
Bennie laughed. I’ve heard this legend all of my long life. It is nothing more than an old wives tale to be taken with a grain of salt, not literally.
Headstrong, with determination to remove this hairy beast once and for all.
In front of the entire tribe council, Bennie proceeded to cut, scrape and shave the wild, mangy, lifelong growth of facial hair.
Then just as the final whisker was cut from the root, an intensive Haboob dust storm formed with winds that blew sand until nothing could be seen.
After a few seconds, the storm cleared.
Where Bennie once stood, a large, man-sized clay vessel stood in his place.
The council concluded: “A Bennie shaved is a Bennie urned.”