He wanted eyebrows.
He stared into the mirror, a cold expression on his face.
He stretched the parts of his face, were eyebrows should grow, but didn't. He wondered why he didn't grow hair there. He was strange enough. Eyebrow-less was just another thing. He sighed.
He sighed and just gave up. Maybe some people were just meant to be stranger than others.
Then one day, he went on a stroll through the village. He killed a boy that dared mock his eyebrow-less face. Brave soul. Stupid soul. No one dared speak to him after that. The boy's funeral would be held a week prior. Obviously, the killer would not attend (even if he would be invited, which he wouldn't. Of course not.).
It wasn't long until he met a boy covered neck to ankle in green. He sure talked a lot. He was quite friendly. Though, his eyebrows were beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful eyebrows. The boy with red hair had never seen such beautiful eyebrows. They were fit for at least two people. Even three possibly!
He wondered what if he had such beautiful eyebrows! What a sight that would be! All the things he could do with eyebrows like these. The expressions he could make! They'd be wonderful. All with the aid of these beautiful eyebrows.
And while the boy with the beautiful eyebrows continued talking, talking about something the boy with red hair had no idea what, he killed him! Yes, the boy with red hair killed the other boy for his eyebrows.
What beautiful eyebrows he would have!
No one even asked what happened to the boy in green.
But then again, it didn't really matter.
The boy with red hair finally had eyebrows.
Beautiful, beautiful eyebrows.