Petite Puppen

On the unshifted soil of cheeks teems a rutilant grove of affection: the stenoecious hue for which he moils--a lover's proliferate crop and his assuaged heart's refection. My Grace Putnam Bye-lo baby doll blushes as he coyly gazes upon my Goebel googly doll who, busy admiring her looking glass reflection, remains oblivious to his amative aspirations. His coquettish advances are stymied by her crochet-clad friends, my Hertwig Carl Horn dolls, who believe she needs to meet somebody her own size. The cute corsair, awaiting an opportunity to brandish his fearsome plastic (or pressed cardboard) accoutrement, is pacified by the crocheted bear and anthropomorphic rabbit, sienna lampwork dachshund, and silent rebuke of the brown-glazed hare. On the other side, the Tyrolean troupe, devoid of importunate interlopers, poses with Czech glass and lampwork canine companions.