The lads that dug me up, did not realise that they had forgotten my left palm in my grave and my right eye. We went back after they resurrected me and we could not find either of them. We are still looking, perhaps they are at your house.
I think I look pretty don't you? The lady that tidied me up, thought it would be better if she put hair on me, I think she did rather well.
She is not a toy that little children should have, rather she should be on the mantelpiece.
