The doll dancing gracefully on the dresser, her beautiful white dress with glitter, illuminated more than the stars themselves, around two ... and people were delighted, met in around, expecting to see her pretty face as smooth as silk.
The golden hair of his left with his mouth open to anyone, all the girls wanted to have it, but it was not for sale, the shop owner was only interested wear it, he said it was his masterpiece, the best that his hands were wrist create, so it would be with him always, he exhibited only because the world must not be deprived of such beauty.
After that people enjoyed her dance for hours, the man running the curtain, and with extreme care, almost as if it were a solemn ceremony, wrapped in fine fabrics, to carry it after shop, where he placed in a bed specially made for her.
Over time, the man was old, but her beloved doll, continued to attract the eyes of all the people, because they are not tired of seeing her every day rotate in the same direction, wearing their beautiful costumes.
The old man was alone, was not known family and despite having thousands of orders of those who hoped one day to find inspiration and have a beautiful as the dresser doll, did not have any worker, just everything was done by . It was clear that his world was dolls and devoted to it full time, though his hands were full of arthritis, and his feet barely could give happened.
Despite his deteriorating health, he was performing the ritual dresser to the delight of the people and of itself. But on one occasion, he stumbled, pulling the curtain of your site, and falling to the ground, upon the poor doll shattered. People who saw ran fast passes to attend the elderly, but being inside immediately took a step back in horror ... the doll parts scattered on the floor, were not rag and porcelain ... were human parts.