Their once was a man named Baldlaham. He was noble and he was brave. He would feed the village and carry wood in bulk for the towns people. His hair so golden like Rumplestiltskin spun it. The finest of dames were of his aquaintence. Until the age of 22 when his hair started to run away. He begged and cried and he asked why this had happened. He spoke to the only person he knew who could have answers. His hair down to one last patch to stubble on the back. He said "Why father, please forgive me of my sins and please I ask of you to restore my hair" God replied "Nay, you are the beacon of all bald people. May you carry a long sword and be brave and noble in the face of adversity for it shall make you strong." Baldlaham replied "But what of the sun farther? It will burn my fair scalp and hurt me much it will?" AND god said onto thee "Fair not son, for I am the omnipotent god, and your question has been answering within me" God paused and than a glow erupted from the sky, and a booming voice sounded "Let their be hat!!!" In which all bald people can wear as a token of fortitude and bravery. The hat was born.. Prey to baldlaham. The god father of bald people. If you are bald. I'm not bald but Mike Tyson is and I like Mike Tyson.
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