Faria Munmun

 

We Have Mustaches So We are the Villains

 

            My neighborhood was known in the city for mustache. Every grown man in the neighborhood had mustache either like Charlie Chaplin or like Joseph Stalin. Women in my neighborhood thought that men without mustaches weren’t complete men. I couldn’t figure out what they meant by that but I was very happy that they were attracted to men with mustaches. Every morning after I woke up, I used to see my mustache in the mirror and feel proud. My mustache was very thin but long and every day when I saw it, I felt proud of myself.

 

            Last week we had a mustache contest in our neighborhood. The prettiest woman in the neighborhood got to pick the winner. She picked Mr. Hat. We called him Mr. Hat because he always wore hats and his mustache was very long and thick. He took very good care of it too.

 

            Two days ago, I woke up and saw my mustache in the mirror as usual. Then I heard loud men voices outside. I went outside and saw all the men in the neighborhood gathered in front of Mr. Hat’s house and the women were running around in the neighborhood cazily. They all had newspaper in their hands. I asked Sam, my friend and neighbor, “What’s going on?” “Didn’t you read the newspaper?” Sam was very surprised and handed me his newspaper. I read the front page. The headline was “Study Reveals…..MUSTACHES CAN MAKE YOU EVIL!” I was very surprised. Then I read in the news that all the men in the history who were identified as dictators or villains had mustaches. Also, the FBI had its eyes on my neighborhood because we all had mustaches.

 

            “This is not fair. The government can’t do this to us. Maybe Saddam, Stalin, Genghis Khan, Hitler had mustaches. That doesn’t mean we are one of them.” Mr. Hat was very angry. The moment he stopped talking we saw FBI cars rushing in our neighborhood with their loud siren on. Then they came out of their cars with their guns pointing at us. I couldn’t figure out why they needed to be armed because we weren’t armed.

 

            Now two days later here I am in front of my mirror. I am looking at a face with no mustache. My pride and honor have been taken away because I was suspected as a villain by our government because of some studies. Those G-Men weren’t lucky enough to find any evidence against us so we were released after they cut all our mustaches.  All the men in the neighborhood are quietly getting ready for revenge against this dictatorship. The women aren’t sitting in the kitchen either. They lost their complete men, and so they want us back.