Logbook day 27: I still walk among the Obeast tribe, but they do not acknowledge me. Maybe they wish to ignore my presence. But, I think they cannot see me; for I am of a thin stature, while their fat forces their eyes so far apart that they cannot see any slender object in front of them. Indeed, their eyes are positioned on the sides of their head more like those of a horse or fish, as their many descending chins have doubled back upwards and pushed their noses far ahead of them. This, presumably, helps them avoid their own smell.