Prologue
"Twirl my little puppet, twirl!" The Doll Maker shouted at his newest toy, a ballerina. He jumped up and down, laughing if she did something to his satisfaction.
The doll spun and spun, she spun so fast she eventually collapsed. When this happened she broke. Her arms and legs detached from her body, and her head rolled along the floor. The Doll Maker screamed, then he kicked the head across the room.
"WHY!" He screamed. Then he sighed, "Next time I will pick a better person to turn into my beautiful doll," he picked up the severed limbs and gathered them into the box labeled friends.
