Twist the rod and watch his blades whirl – a man of the shadows.
Switch him on, watch him paint.
Wind him up to keep him jumping.
She looks puzzled. Perhaps she wonders how she came to be.
“Ever since I finished Inktober – my fingers are itching to draw again.”
What are you going to do about it?
“Draw … Tin toys.”
Ta-da! You could draw us like this.
“I enjoyed all that drawing for Inktober. I really did. But what do I do now?”
You said you were going to draw us. Like in the cartoons.
“Oh Blimey. I did, didn’t I.”