Clara came into the kitchen earlier, after returning home from a long walk. Her face was warm purple. Her hair matted. Her nostrils flaired like a tired race horse.
“Phew,” she said, wiping a hand across her eyes. “My nose is completely stuffed with air!” She waved her hands above her head, “Completely! Stuffed! With AIR!”
So, if anyone is needing any air, I know someone that has some extra.