Everyone has treated him so badly: pulling his ears, breaking his wee heart, misreating him, betryig him. And then someone went and did it: screwed him straight through the heart. But it hasn't damaged his sensitive soul or his need to be loved. He's about 12" tall and is of muslin completely hand-painted and inked, with fuzzy trim about his neck, wrists and ankles. He has his own little black coffin filled with crinkly stuff.

Don't you need someone who feels even more screwed over than you do? He here is.