Words of the Constant

a strange magic filled the air,

and a porcelain doll came to life.

Ahh.

I can move my hands? And my feet too!

Is this what it's like to be alive?

And what a big world to be alive in!

Act 1!

The world is filled with dangers

for one as fragile as you.

It's simply not the place for a girl made of porcelain!

I know what must be done,

I will build you a fine suit of armor.

Wear it, and you will have nothing to fear.

And so, the Blacksmith went to her anvil,

and fashioned a suit of heavy iron armor.

The little doll put it on,

but found that she could barely move in it.

Scene 2, right?

This armor is so heavy,

I feel as though I might just...

The little doll waited until it was dark,

and the Blacksmith went to sleep.

Then she shed the heavy armor,

and slipped out into the night

to begin her adventure.

Sis... are you tryin' to tell me something?

That blacksmith really cracks me up.

I dunno, the acting was pretty heavy-handed.

The little doll ran first to the Blacksmith,

HA HA HA HA HA!

But did you see that tree?

Right? Such presence!

who had cared for her ever since

the Blacksmith herself was small.

The Blacksmith was delighted to see

that the doll had come to life,

but her delight quickly gave way to fear.

Little doll, you must be careful!

Act 1.

and the trees and flowers bloomed at his command.

Crowds gathered to watch him pass.

Get a load of this guy.

What a show-off.

Excuse me, sir!

How did you make the flowers bloom?

Why, it's magic, my dear!

And I am no simple "sir",

but the King of this land!

Oh! I'm terribly sorry,

Scene 3!