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And indeed, that was the closest to the truth.

Lafranceapoil puffed itself up, ready to accept its cheese. lafranceapoil

And so, the Mayor kept the moustache. The village gained a new tradition: every year, they held the competition, but everyone agreed that the best facial hair wasn't the biggest or the curliest—it was the one that made you smile. And indeed, that was the closest to the truth

"And the prize for the most magnifique facial hair goes to…" the Mayor paused for drama. they held the competition

The trouble began when the Mayor, a man whose own chin was as bare as a baby’s heel, declared a "Great Facial Hair Competition." The prize: a lifetime supply of artisanal cheese and the right to sit at the front of the town’s annual snail race.