What is the cost of a low-mid range prosthetic nose?

Ever have one of those days where your temper gets the best of you? Where you do something in a fit of rage that, afterwards, you really, really regret? Happened to me this morning. Let me tell you about it.

As most of you already know, me and a bunch of the boys gather every Saturday morning down at the feed mill, just to chew the fat, catch up on the latest gossip, that sort of thing.

We're all standing around outside and I happened to notice a flock of penguins passing overhead. They were extremely high up in the sky, mere black dots, but to a trained eye like mine they were easily identifiable as penguins. I remember as a young child looking to the sky in awe, as the day was turned to night when thousands of these magnificent birds of prey passed over head on their way north, to the great hunting grounds. But I digress...

So, as the penguins passed over I took a sip of my coffee and casually remarked to the boys, "Kinda early for the penguins to be headed south, isn't it?"

Fred, the local barber, started laughing his ass off and said, "You blathering idiot, Ratzenhofer! Penguins don't fly! Those are Canadian geese!" He then threw his head back and started laughing hysterically. Soon the rest of the boys joined in.

You know in the movies when that sort of thing happens and everything turns into slow motion, the heads thrown back, the camera switching from one face to the other? That's what if felt like.

I couldn't take it. I picked up a shovel that was leaning against the wall and drove it into Fred's face. The sharp edge of the shovel sheared Fred's nose off and it bounced near some bags of corn where an inquisitive rat saw it rolling by, grabbed it, and darted into a hole in the wall.

Now everything resumed to normal speed. Fred was unconscious on the ground, great geysers of blood spewing upward from the dark cavity in the middle of his face, people running around shouting, dialing 911, wrapping towels around Fred's head, and screaming at me. "What'd you do that for, Gus?" and "Ratzenhofer, you've really done it this time!"

I felt horrible. Everyones down at the hospital right now. I've been online, searching for prosthetic noses. I figure that's the least I can do for ol' Fred.

So, any ideas where to look for a fairly decent prosthetic nose? I'm willing to spend a couple of hundred bucks. Let me know, and, as always, thanks for your help.

You guys pull me out of one jam after another.

Gus