Not my best piece

From his satchel he pulled a large object, awkward enough to look like it could never have fit in such a small bag, and he placed it upon the pedestal near the queen's feet, where all gifts were customarily bestowed to either her or the king. She lowered her upturned nose just enough to notice the object, then thrust her snoot upward once more, even higher toward the heavens which she so longed to smell, so that she could think about what she had seen. The king had not moved throughout this theatrical glance. The boy kept his head down, for he did not want to be without it when she spoke. After all, his ears are on his head...