One Shot. Based on 'Sandry's book'.
"Seriously Sandry, do you want me to help you tug on your nose everyday so you'll have a longer nose?" Briar asked as they returned to Discipline.
"No Briar! My nose is fine as it is!" Sandry told him, exasperated.
"Well we won't know 'til we try. So here goes!"
With that, Briar lunged at Sandry, two fingers at the ready. She screamed and tried to jerk away, but it was too late.
Her eyes widened in shock and his eyes widened in horror. They stared at each other, faces close together.
"EWWWWW!" yelled Briar, his fingers hooked up Sandry's nostrils.
Sandry's eyes bugged out.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE MY NOSE ELONGATED! NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! YOU'RE shudder PICKING MY NOSE!!!"
Briar quickly extracted his fingers and wiped them on Sandry's sleeve.
"Lucky your nose is clean then!" he quipped and ran away, Sandry in hot pursuit, yelling curses at him.
