The toymaker's store has closed once again for the night. The toys begin to come alive as usual,talking and playing. You, a tiny delicately made paper ballerina wake up as well, the white fabric of your tutu glittering. And then you see him...one of the toy soldiers is looking at you although he's different. you notice oddly he only has a single leg he stands on. Perhaps they ran out of tin before they could make the other one? He looks up at you with wide, soft eyes and waves shyly.