In the end all he could find was a life sized pink glass doll eye. Vine searched through the wreckage with his tiny hands, trying to find anything that may have survived the blaze. They were now melted, distorted, horrid disfigured atrocities of what they once were. He sobbed over the remains of his father, surrounded by charred reminisce of his home, of the beautiful ornate dolls. His tears only evaporated from the heat as he watched his home turn to rubble and ash. Vine watched in terror and dismay as his father burned alive before him. He sacrificed himself to save his son from the flames. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means.

One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality.

The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine. There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes.

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