22 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

Elijah looked over to where his friend sat working intently at the table. "You can't give that to Viggo, it's obscene."

Just finishing, Orlando primped the blue polka dot bow tie, and fussed at the yellow wool hair. "It is not at all obscene. It is a work of art, and my present to Viggo."

The Jack-with-no-box wobbled on its large spring, gaping, with wide wild eyes and ridiculously manic smile of a stretched mouth. The elongated red nose contrasted rudely with the ill-green toning of the face.

Orlando hoped Viggo would like the maroon felt of the marionette's jacket.