“Good job, Mommy.” She patted her pale cheek with a self-approving gesture and wrapped the boa around her tiny body. When it comes to looks, there were few that could run with Posh Bunny. She had it all. The rocks. The socks. The frocks. The look reserved for winners only. Yet very few knew that under flashy powder, Posh Bunny carried a shiny armor for broken tiny hearts.
55 cm tall, one-of-a-kind, from recycled materials, fitted sleeping pouch