I was a gift to a young child named Jim who was born in 1906, and I remained sitting by his mantel clock until he died in 1987. I have been in a metal trunk ever since. Likely, I was homemade. I am filled with straw, and my limbs do turn. You will see I have worn the pads of my feet so that the straw is showing through, and I have what looks like two moth holes on the side of my head. I am not sure what I am worth, but I don’t want to get closed up in that old trunk again. Oh, I am not quite 10 inches standing.
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