It was earlier in the morning, you came out of the corner of one of the streets, wearily rubbing your eyes, your appearance somewhat resembled a gnome, but at the same time you looked like a toy, and you were already walking forward, when suddenly you heard someone's malicious laughter

you saw a yellow toy, you know him, he was a mascot one of the factory, and right in front of your eyes he tried to kill one of the dwarves, from which you watched with horror