Walking through the husks I spotted them, a row of flaxen blondes amidst the field of redheads. They seemed shy compared to their wild cousins. Lean and straight with yellow silky spikes as opposed to the sweaty strands of their ginger friends. I wondered why only these five had developed this yellow hue, why they hid in this low straight row, wallflowers, seemingly sitting out their cousins’ headbangers’ dance.
