The hair on the left leg of a human being did not get along well with the hair on the right leg. The two groups of hair would compete to get ahead of the each other, and in doing so, try to make their opponent fall behind. In other words, there was sabotaging, espionage, war, strife.
Things got especially exciting when the human being went dancing. The competition was fierce. The human being took two steps forward, one step back. Things got especially rowdy when the human being sat on the swing - it would be windy and the legs would be swung around rather violently.
They didn't know that their competition was futile, since they were destined to never get that far ahead of each other. They were just obsessed with the competition. It was all they lived for.
They did not know that the pubic hair, residing between the legs, observed their strife for sport, and laughed at their foolishness.
The pubic hair, however, too, took their perspective for granted.
As the groups of left and right armpit hair watched the pubic hair watch the leg hair's unrest - they thought about the meaning of life and philosophised on what they were meant to understand. They thought about whether there were any other groups of hair up there watching them watching them. Sometimes they would think they were close to understanding everything, until they remember it was impossible for them to ever know for sure. Both groups of left and right armpit hair would never know of the other's existence.
The hair on the human being's head couldn't be bothered with all the gossip and politics with the groups of hair below, being too busy with getting dyed, groomed, cut, done-up for off-showing to other human beings and whatever. The hair on the head was too busy with being concerned about being watched by other human beings to do any watching.
