Hello and welcome to Mr. Stoat.
I picked him up from a lovely chap on Portobello road this weekend. Carrying him home was nice because I got to tuck his little head out of the plastic bag to let him see we were going.
He also got me lots of personal space on the tube.
The quality of his stitching leaves something to be desired and its rather sad how he is attached to such a degrading piece of 'wood'; but he is still something special. Not as majestic as other pieces, he exudes a particular sort of charm that just makes you want to sew him a little hat.
It's funny how he has seen bits of the world I will never see and eaten things that I will never eat; and I will never know what they are because he is just a stoat, and someone has scooped out his insides and replaced them with fauna pollyfiler.
I have discovered that he has a brother, I must try and reunite the two:
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