I grew this wicked beard once, and for fun, I combed it all out while looking in the mirror. Suddenly, I was staring at "Mr. Whiskers" from the book "A Cranberry Bog Mystrey" that I had when I was a kid. They accused him of eating the cranberry pie, but I think the dog did it. Now that I think of it, I really have no clue what the big mystery was. I think I'm clutching to false memories, like those people who are convinved that their parents were in satanic cults, and used their kids in the rituals.