But I didn't think of sleeping. I hit my eyebrow with a stick. In the light of my big head, I was caught in mid-air by the big one with one hand outstretched by the big one.

This is what you see now. The iron rod in the eyebrow was caught in mid-air by a tall man with his hand. It didn't fall, and it seemed that it couldn't go down.

Because the tall man is one head taller than the eyebrow of a word. When he reaches out at such an angle, the angle of the iron bar falling down, he is stopped by the tall man in the...