the other day, and by other day i mean years for in my state of disconnect time is often suspended or slowed to mull into one tortuous reality, i saw a girl with lovely features; except, her nose was a revolting extravagant event to behold. i say event with conviction, because the mass was so unsightly it was a person in itself. so i said, "fellas and gals, people of all ages and genders, i propose a plebiscite. let us vote who should be king for the evening". knowing of course i would win. but you see, this nose was such an obstacle to normalcy that people also were confused whether it was a facet of this girls being or whether it was a tiny man clinging to her face. fascinated what rule would be like under a miniature man they voted for the man on the girls face--although they had not talked amongst themselves about it. so i unfolded the votes and wrote the tallys down, announcing that the pygmy man has won! at that very moment the girl began to cry. apparently it was not the first time her proboscis had be confused with an elf or dwarf like creature. we all began to laugh, loud and boisterous! we threw objects meant to harm--a good riot indeed. then as the tears trickled down that unfortunatly placed mountain, it began to move. with a flash of light appeared a miniature man.