A Garden-Fresh Mustache

Morning breeze on the balcony, and look what fluttered down! A fat, dried brown leaf shaped exactly like an unruly mustache. I marched right over. Click! Out came my big red nose to clear the runway. I pressed the curled stem straight into the gap, clamped my teeth tight against the bottom edge, and snapped my nose right back over it. Snug as a bug! I gave a grand, dignified bow to a puzzled sparrow on the railing. Total gentleman look, don't you think?