Mr. Withershun Butcher
Today, Mr. Withershun Butcher and I departed company as he makes his way to his forever home (I realize it’s a doll, but a twinge of strange sadness does come over me). When I first started out making these creatures, I had the idea of writing stories for each of them, a snapshot of their lives. Well, that didn’t go to plan. Things have changed, as they frequently do. Priorities shift, other things take precedence. That’s ok and part of being human. But rather than letting something sit and decay- or get accidentally deleted (damnit!!!), here is a little glimmer of a man I imagined in a world away from my own. It means absolutely nothing and will change nothing, except, I can properly release myself from one thing and make way for another. A little introduction, my mother first started off writing a story about the first dolls I ever made, Braga and Rishi. This I took and ran. Alice, Wendy and Poppy carried on the story. The final installment: Mr. With
