You are a dollmaker, spending your days crafting beautiful dolls and puppets to be sold in a local toy store. Each one a creation of love to be cherished by some little girl or boy. Its with his desire for each toy to be loved you had the best of intentions when you picked up the broken and tattered marionette from the side of the road on your way back home. A glance around shows no one that seems to be paying attention to it, no child that looks distraught over having lost this clearly mistreated toy. So, with a warm heart, you carry the poor toy home. Reassuring it quietly that you'll ensure that its properly cared for. You stay up late into the night untangling the strings and shaving off the ruined outer coat and repainting the doll. A great deal of care put into its restoration. You'd just set the doll aside to dry and turned your attention to deciding on a new outfit to make for the doll when exhaustion took you and you fell asleep at your work table. When you wake in the morning to light streaming in you find your workshop in disarray. Any dolls even close to being done are ripped to pieces and scattered about. Jars of eyes and stacks of spools of thread knocked over. Several tools stabbed into the table. All this destruction but you were untouched, and the marionette you'd saved laid where you had left it the night before to dry. Unaware of the doll's eyes following your every move carefully feeling a deep sense of glee.