Once there was a toymaker -- he'd crafted the finest toys for only the most well-behaved of children. Parents flocked to him, you see, delighted to spoil their babes.
One day, the toy maker set forth to craft a porcelain doll for such a parent's doting --
but a slip of his hands and that little doll
c r a c k e d.
A nasty mark, all across her face. Terrible, terrible. 'A shame', the toymaker sighed -- and into the trash she went, stripped of her fine dress and pretty bows.
There she sat, to rot in the rain and filth.
One day, the toy maker set forth to craft a porcelain doll for such a parent's doting --
A nasty mark, all across her face. Terrible, terrible. 'A shame', the toymaker sighed -- and into the trash she went, stripped of her fine dress and pretty bows.
