On the Thirteenth of December my Creation brought to me a wooden lord a sort of jumping…

…before crumbling into a heap on the floor. But he’s wooden, so it’s OK. And it’s the 13th. Not that I’m thirteenist or anything. Honestly, I’m not. I was born on a thirteenth.

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