The old Toad stood in front of the bathroom sink, small hands planted firmly on either side of the porcelain basin. He gazed sternly into the pristine mirror before him, his reflection glaring back, challenging him, daring him to go forward the unspeakable plans he had been formulating since the night before.The day had only just begun. He hadn’t even properly knotted his tie, its silken fabric hanging about either side of his neck, and already it had come to this.Could he really do it this time? Was he truly going to follow through?It was unthinkable.Inconceivable!It stood against everything he believed in, every value that he had sworn to uphold!The amount of precision that would be required, the care that would need to be taken measured against the unspeakable fallout that would occur was nearly unfathomable. He would have to live with the consequences of his actions for years. Possibly for the rest of his life!This kind of drastic action could cost him everything! His position, his reputation, his friends, career… everything he had staked his entire existence on! Was it really worth giving it all up? Was it worth it to cut down one of the things he loved most, just for one fleeting, fragile moment of potential glory?Oh, but the glory to be had…Surely everyone would understand. He had been stuck…trapped in the same position for so long, living the same life day in and day out. It had it’s wonderful moments, of course! Why there were days where he couldn’t be happier to be exactly as he was just where he was! But other days…the monotony became so stagnant, so oppressive. He could do better. He knew he could do better. He had always had the potential for greatness, had he only had the resolve to reach out and seize it for himself! To retake what was rightfully his!Something in the old mushroom’s eyes steeled itself. His resolve was absolute.He was going to do it, consequences be damned.With a single, smooth motion, Toadsworth drew his blade. He eyed its cold, metal edge, still devastatingly sharp even after so in disuse, still capable to cutting down whatever lay in its path. Slowly, he brought the blade to bear.It was now or never. He had to do it fast, without thinking.His grip on the handle tightened. With a swift jerk of his wrist, he brought his hand down, all of his strength behind this single, sudden motion, the razor-sharp edge biting down, cutting deep into its biting down mercilessly……into the open air, the barber’s razor falling with a clatter as it hit the bathroom floor.In front of the sink Toadsworth was bend over, gently petting his moustache, muttering to himself, “Oh, my poor, dear little darling, Daddy’s so sorry! Daddy would never harm a single one of your hairs! He can’t believe he ever dreamed of shaving you! Oh you poor, poor dear, what was I thinking? Oh this calls for a dash of wax, yes, yes, that’s just what you need…”So Toadsworth reached for the medicine cabinet, and proceeded to coo soothingly to his moustache for the next 20 minutes.
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