Good point - I'm blonde and don't have to be precise.
;-)
Pick one - or give both.
This occurred back in the old days out on the fresh prairie. This little boy was about five years old when his big brother pokes him in the eye with a stick.
Well, they were poor folks, and couldn't afford a glass eye, so the boy's dad carved him a wooden eye and painted it up so's you could hardly tell that it wasn't real.
But the little boy knew that it wasn't real, and he grew very shy and sensitive about his eye.
When they were in high school, his brother talked him into going to a barndance. Almost everyone was dancing, except for our hero and a girl with a hare lip. She was very shy and she didn't usually come to dances either.
Well, the boy's brother noticed that the hare-lipped girl wasn't dancing, and he talked his brother into asking her to dance, since it was obvious that nobody else was going to ask her to dance, and nobody else was going to dance with the shy boy, either.
The boy protested to his brother, saying that she wouldn't want to dance with him because of his wooden eye. "Nonsense!", the brother said, "She won't notice even! Besides, she's got a hare lip, so she knows what it's like to be different!"
So the boy shyly goes up to the girl, hat in hand, and asks her if she would dance with him.
The girl was thrilled! This was the first time a boy had ever said anything nice to her, and even asked her to dance! Of course she would love to dance!
"Would I? Would I?" she exclaimed.
"Hare lip! Hare lip!" he retaliated.
And they never saw each other again and they lived miserable lives and died not five miles from where they were born.