|What happens when a barb meets a Pickleope.|
|My sincerest thanks to Dawn.|
What I won can only be described as transcendental. Yes, you can say my new companion is "just a doll" but no, William "New to the Century" Shakespeare is my responsibility and my friend. There were so many ideas that I had to regulate myself, and calm down to remember that William "Please Not in the Butt" Shakespeare is a guest in our time and I need to bring him up to speed.
When I first received Shakespeare, his facial hair, and wiry, unkempt hair begged the nickname: "Billy Shakes."
|My new companion.|
|"What is...round?" He asks|
|Pay no attention to the carved bear in the background or the human fingers helping move Billy's arm. MAINTAIN THE ILLUSION!|
After arguing with himself for an hour, I explained what the lights were illuminating the room. He was fairly confounded by electricity:
|Oh no, he's "curious dumb", someone stop him!|
|What discussion of history is complete without a history of punk?|
|What's the pickle doing to him now?|
|I think the pickle is whispering sweet nothings into his ear.|
|Awww, not the good glue!|
The next morning was rough. He insisted on speaking in very hushed iambic pentameter.
|I gave him sunglasses to help with his light sensitivity.|
My style of prose and rapier wit quickly made Billy Shakes the number one fan of Pickleope.
|He made his own mug!|
So again, I thank you, Kellie at http://delightfullyludicrous.blogspot.com/ for bringing us together. More adventures shall be had (I plan on a ribald trip to a toy store. Spoilers: he'll hump a lot of stuff.).
And to express my appreciation, I crafted this pickled version of Kellie: