Sometimes Everything Gets So Strange it Starts to Make Sense

He felt tiny arms go around his neck, holding him tight. The puppet nuzzled against the side of his face, looking for attention. He kept his eyes shut for as long as he could, but finally he had to open them. It was difficult to stay angry at the puppet for long. He reached up and caressed the puppet’s wooden head, ruffling its hair, cooing to it as he would to a small, scared child.