The doll hung as limply as a dead squirrel swung by one arm. One eye stayed closed while the other lazily winked, flashing the scratched blue iris beneath. It's hair had been roughly trimmed with a child's blunt scissors to give an irregular looking mop of butterscotch blonde. If the doll had ever had clothes they had been gone for some time, the once white fabric body that the plastic limbs and head were attached to had become a dirty grey, stained with yellow in patches.

By angela, April 5, 2012.

Shivering in terror, Meggie leaned forward to peer inside the doll's cranium. The inverted contours of cheeks and chin showed dimly, light glittered between the parted lips with their teeth a black, animal silhouette, and above all this were Agnes's eyes, two horrible clicking balls speared by a wire rod that cruelly pierced her head.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 22, 2012.

Found in The Thorn Birds, authored by Colleen McCullough.

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Soft, squishy, obviously new, clutched tightly, cabbage patch doll, woolen hair, baby pink cheeks, pink floral dress trimmed with white lace, chubby cheeks, cherubic mouth, bonnet of white lace.