I had not hithertofore been aware of Raggedy Angels. I’m…dubious of the concept. They apparently have startling, wormlike hair. I’m not going to hold that against someone (it would chafe), and metal starlike protrusions embedded in their craniums. Really, I’m okay with that. But in the world of raggedy…creatures…is the strip of blue check meant to be a cute little collar, or a horrible toothy maw? The jury is still out. And that triangle–not so much a cute little fabric nose as the rude gash of a skull. Noses are smaller, and, well, substantially more noselike.
Someone, somewhere is making these things, these “raggedy angels.” Would they please stop? CAN they be stopped?
“It’s so easy,” she whispered, her grandmotherly facade slipping to reveal the face of an addict, or the sweaty mien of an insurance agent hellbent on a sale. It just takes…a little thread.”
Oh, wait, there’s more? I’m actually feeling a bit safer now. Anyone that would commit raggedy angel is clearly possessed of a heart devoid of warmth, love, and human feeling. They’re just going through the motions, really.
You can question their sanity, but not their methods… The Third Biddy Brigade, the US Air Force’s oldest (on a per-capita basis) squadron flew over 200 sorties during the Gulf War and seriously weakened the enemy’s military infrastructure, all without dropping a single bomb. They went through a heck of a lot of thread though.
Raggedy angels: like a drop bear, but at Goodwill.
Goodwill on 183 and Metric. You can’t have the Goodwill on 183 and Metric, we’re going steady. It gave me its class ring.