So, I'm sitting there, at my desk, trying to photoshop some pictures and tune out Grubby's grumpy little tunes he won't stop singing, when I get a little nudge on my wrist. I look down and there's a little pixie standing on my wrist, looking up at Grubby in his bottle. I say, "How can I help you, little lady?"
She looks up and asks what Grubby's doin' in the bottle. I tell her that he lives in the bottle, now.

She goes up and investigates and says it's getting cold out, now, maybe she could have a home, too. I open her a bottle of her own and she climbs right in. She says, "My name is Snowdrop," and pulls the lid closed.

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Sculpey, fabric and doll hair.