Them thar nose hars…

Koob  Mrow looked at the librarian, Professor Elbi Snopser. Starting with his protruding pointed jaw, her eyes traveled up his face to his thin grimacing lips shaping words and spewing spittle with zillions of small and large lines like dried clay around his mouth.  Above his mouth was an oversized nose shaped like the worn out beak of a magpie, with wide opened nostrils. It looked like a chia seeds had sprouted from inside his nose, she thought. She wondered if he knew they were there, if he had forgotten to water them, if he realized that they had died and turned brown. 

 

Koob loved the outdoors and was always finding nature in things. Koob’s eyes continued to journey upward, detouring around Mr. Elbi’s monstrous nose and over his reddened cheeks to his eyes. Eyes that were black, beaded, and staring scornfully down at her. Unwavering, her eyes reached the thicket of wiry brow above his eyes; it, for there was only one, was thicker than the hair on his head. It was here at the brow that her eyes stopped, and widened. The chia nose was disgusting enough, but those brows looked like they were alive. Raised up above his forehead and forced into a furrow, they reminded her of uncultivated rows of ‘falfa sprouts.

 

Needless to say, Koob did not hear a word of what the Librarian was telling her. Once he had demanded that she look at him, she did and was soon lost in a forest of sprouts and gnarled leather stretched over pointy  bone. Besides, when adults talked too long, what else was one supposed to do but look at the details of their face and let their imaginations go wild. Mr. Elbi really should take a mower to his face now and then.