How to make business out of me. All of my limbs are different and one of my limbs is made of stones, heavy and difficult to move. The fabric and the filling I am made of is not all recycled and organic. I am not suitable for mass production. I have strange two nipples of a cow. I don’t make sense, money or hope. I am in jungle, and I am knocking the door of society.
I am lost until you find my smile. Look for it! It is my secret. My stony hand has a special skill, I can hang on him. I am an a unique creature, no one can say how I should be. If I got broken, no one will see I am broken, I am just transformed to other form. And if you want to fix me, there is no rule how to fix me. My business is my story.