By Joshua Errett

Once upon a time, at Once Upon A Time Books on Harbord Street, there lived a man with a beard. His beard, a scruffy white bushel that had not been trimmed or shaven in some time, was the longest beard on his street. All the little Torontoist readers used to walk by his bookstore at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mythical man and his long white beard. Sometimes, they’d even buy artwork from his shoppe, just to see the beard and all its majesty. And here is a tale of a little Torontoist walking by the man with the beard and his friend.

Little Torontoist: Hi there
Bearded man: Hello there. How are you?
Little Torontoist holding a beer in his hand.
Bearded man’s friend: Hey there’s a $50 fine for having a beer on the street.
Little Torontoist: Really? He better watch out then…(Pointing at Bearded man)
Bearded man’s friend: He’s not drinking beer, you are!
Little Torontoist: Ohhhhhhhhh. I thought you said there was a fine for having a ‘beard’ on the street.
Bearded man: No no. He said ‘beer.’