As the rain stops failing, time starts to tick away. The now silky mane begins to shift. Its silky texture begins to fade, fade and change into the unwanted. There are seconds between the silk and straw. There are minutes between the silk and the straw. Tick tick tick. The air molecules start enveloping every strained of hair. Curling and winding through the tangled, unnegotiable strands. The sound of frizz silently creeps into play.
The Ticking grows faster.
The fluff protectant is attached to the now soft stands. Water drops descend from the strands to the floor and meshes into the fluff. As the fluff, soaks up the water, the strands start to change. The protectant will only hold for seconds, minutes if lucky. Tick Tick Tick. Now for the foam. Out of the spaceship like can, foam appears. But never enough. The foam only covers a third of the mane. What about the rest? Tick Tick Tick. Bending knees search for another spaceship. Nothing. Tip toes search for another spaceship. Nothing.
The ticking grows louder and louder.
Sound of frizz grows louder and louder.
Panic sets in. How will the Lion be without a tamed mane? What will the day be like? How will the emotions of the Lion be? What will the horse say? The llama? The peacock? Anxiety sets in. The ticking grows faster, and yet, faster. The ticking isn’t ticking at all, but a heartbeat. The beating in the head. The beating in the body. Heat sets in. Sweat appears. Sharp breath. Braid the mane, hide the frizz.
Tick Tick Tick.
Braid the man, hide the frizz.
30 seconds till maximum frizz. 35 seconds till completed braid. Fingers twine. Neck craned. Braid completed. Mane saved. Ticking calms.