It is a splendid beard no doubt. It puts me in mind of some rare occasions where I have been caught short in the midst of our beautiful countryside. I sneaked off behind a bush or shrub and laid a baby brown Rune to slowly dissipate into the soil. As I have tried to wipe his shadow, only handfuls of squalid moss or broken leaves have come to my aid. . . oh what I would have given to find that glorious beard at hand (Abu attached) to cleanse the Rune chasm of it's dirty collateral. What could have been?