this is hrumph.
really, his name is hrumpherton j. findleperry, but he lets his friends call him hrumph. some people think he's grumpy, but really he has one thing that makes him truly happy, one talent that he really wishes he could use all the time: helping us cope with the indignities we suffer. he understands, he explained to me as i was seaming him up, indignity: he, after all, is a monster, yet was knitted from *pink cotton,* of all things. he has a floppy, soft, fuzzy fern where most monsters have scary horns.
he has three stumpy feet where most monsters (and any other kind of creature) have either two or four real legs. and he has no mouth, though he says that this makes him an excellent listener (he can communicate with thought to those he loves). and he has a tail with three knots in it.
this, he says, helps him understand what indignity is. i told him about my friends karen and joe and the indignities that they're suffering right now, and he nearly teared up in his little black cotton french-knot eyes. he said he would like very much to go live with them and help them cope with their troubles. naturally, this was my intent for him all along, but it's nice to let him think it was his idea.