Flower

The afternoon is like the open ocean - it has very little life.
So let me tell you a funny little story about a teenage guy named Pepe. He was French, but his family dubbed him Pepe - after the little skunk in the cartoons.
Well, Pepe one day sniffed a flower and began to grow fur. It was a gradual process but one he loved. He would feverishly scratch at his skin as the hair follacles opened up about his body. Black fur here, white fur there, it really was an enjoyable process and a fascinating colour scheme to Pepe.
His family were little amused by this growth and proceeded to call in the eminent Dr Wenders. The good doctor had built up a reputation after treating a boy who thought he was a cat, and went on to successfully rehabilitate two young children who had been reared by wild dogs in Belarus. He had, however, once failed to help a young girl who grew hair like a monkey and was determined not to lose Pepe like he had done Brunhilde on that fateful spring day in 1983.
Wenders concluded, after his first meeting with Pepe, that his was a particularly unusual case and that his hair growth was so rapid as to suggest purposeful experimentation or the intervention of Jehovah himself.
He worked closely with the young man, encouraging him to shave where possible and resist the urge to spray effluent at his parents when they came too near. But Wenders was driven mad over the course of the next year by his failure to save the boy's humanity and was committed to the asylum of St Malo in September 1995.
Around a month earlier Pepe had escaped from his bedroom cage when his nurse came to feed him one morning. His parents decided to leave the barred windows on the house to remind the children and other young men and women of the neighbourhood of Pepe's plight and of what might happen if you go around sniffing flowers.