plasticine_rabbit ovenbird My daughter was dismayed because its head kept falling off. She brought it to me to assess. (A childhood spent making elaborate plasticine dioramas makes me something of an expert.) It was a problem of balance, as it turns out. The head was a kettlebell with too much heft for the soft body to carry. My daughter reinforced the back end with a few quickly sculpted carrots and the head stayed put. She decided the bunny was in the business of selling vegetables and hopped it around the table until it offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. This morning, without her mind to animate it, the rabbit stared at me with black blobby eyes from the center of a paper plate on the dining room table. Its lumpen form looked vaguely accusatory. It doesn't like being used as fodder for my writing, it seems, because as soon as I committed the word "accusatory" to paper, its head fell off. 250617 what's it to you? who go blather from