"Oh, you dropped it!" I stopped the old man. I'll pick up what fell on the sidewalk. It was an eyebrow. Pure white eyebrows. "Thank you, thank you." I hand the old man a white eyebrow. So that's it. The old man's face does not have one eyebrow. "Thank you. I was saved." "Good. You're welcome." When I was in a hurry, the old man stopped me. "Hey. This is different." An old man with one eyebrow followed. "Is this the left eyebrow?" Look at it on the palm of the old man. When he told me, it was the left eyebrow. I look at the old man's face. "I dropped my right eyebrows." The old man with one eyebrow affirmed. So that's it. The old man's face had no right eyebrows. Look at the other eyebrows. It was a weird eyebrow. I understand why. "Your left eyebrow is the right eyebrow." The old man seemed surprised. Because the strange eyebrows dropped strangely. Perhaps he intends to lift it. Because it was still upside down.
