Toy mans

A dolly is born

Toy man sat in his leather chair looking threw his scrap book in each page was a beautiful hero a loc of there hair and a design for a outfit for them. He had spent much time and reasorses in preparing for the new few days. His Dolly’s were off to collect his playmates. He stopped the page on a favorite of his. Her picture was of her in the outfit and soon she would wear it again.

“Oh miss lain soon will play again and no one will stop use this time.”

He stroked the lock of hair as he laughed. the sound echoed threw the large wearhouse remodeled into a large doll house .