Dorothea and her nose (or at a moment of extreme/rising panic)

Dorothea had a wonderful sense of smell. She could smell everything with her little nose. A nose that could smell.
Dorothea smelt the world, the world of smells.
Dorothea’s nose was small and sat in the middle of her face. Her nose was small but her ambitions were grand. To smell all the world, the world of smells. Every scent, soft or pungent would be smelt by Dorothea’s nose.
Her desire to smell all the world, the world of smells, was coupled with the desire to learn how to dance. Dorothea’s desire however did not necessarily match with her talents, because although she could smell so wonderfully and succinctly, she could not dance no matter how hard she tried.
Her feet were not as well placed and well behaved as her nose. They did miss-matched things and had minds of their own. They would whisper, conspire and rally against Dorothea and her nose. They would talk to one another about Dorothea and plan against her desires to travel the world, the world of smells. She would plead and beg with them but to no avail. For they were set against her, Dorothea and her nose. They would only want what she did not want and what they wanted was to sit and do nothing. They would often have meetings to discuss how they would do this and as this involved sitting and doing nothing but thinking, they achieved their desires so easily.
After they took role call and assessed minute details of day to day business they would set about in conspiring. At first Dorothea would turn her head away in politeness and give them their privacy but also because the meetings were long and boring.
When the item of how to stop Dorothea from her dancing and smelling dreams came up however, she would listen silently and wait for a chance in the itinerary to object. But no chance would ever come up and when she tried to interject they would inform the general meeting that those persons not on the role call did not have a say in the meeting.
They would talk about her as if she wasn’t there. The girl and her nose, they would say, the girl and her nose want to travel and dance. The girl and her nose want to smell the world, the world of smells and dance the tango, the tango of life. The girl and her nose want to make some music, create some noise and stink up the house. “How silly she is to think that she can do this. How silly she is to think she can make and do and smell and dance without us. All those in favour say I.” And they would both agree and move on to the next item.
The girl and her nose would sniffle and cry and make believe like she did not need her legs and their consensus on her dreams. She would lean her nose out towards a new smell, a new smell of the world and hope that all the world would come to her, Dorothea and her nose.