A Dinosaur Stole My Bucket of Children

Dads, Dolls, and Death

I had a dad. He was a human.

He taught me this new phenomenon called "hypothesees."

When dolls die, they freeze - which basically means that every doll that exists in this Earth is really just dead. Every single one.

The ones you played with when you were a little kid. The ones you had tea parties with. You might have had a dollhouse - which now, you realize, is an indoor graveyard filled with dead dolls.

Anyway, my dad taught me how sometimes, those frozen dollies can be deceiving. If you look into their eyes, they might just turn red and unfreeze.

I found this amazing. Being a doll myself, I wanted to help others like me unfreeze and live a happy, melted life.

Then everything turned gray...