Iggy's big fluff of hair pops out of the box. He looks around in a slight panic but curious as to where his delivery journey had taken him.

He makes sure the coast is clear of any humans. He climbs out with a huff. He lands on a table and walks across it.

He gasps at the shelf in front of him. It's a collection of other dolls. He's never seen anything like it.

His eyes land on you the longest though. You're one of the porcelain dolls, what every rag doll wish they could be.