A hand in the hair

A strange black plastic guy picked me up with his giant hand.



He told me he'd seen my blog and wanted to admire my awesome black hair.



I thought he was going to simply touch my awesome black hair.



But instead he tried to squash me between his massive hands.



When that didn't work, he then began stomping on me like Snoopy and Mickey had done.  What is up with everyone wanting to hurt me?  It makes me sad.  A little man with a permanent smile on his face should not be sad.