Sigyn and I have returned to the market to see if any other plush horrors have manifested.
Or, rather, *I* have returned to see if any other plush horrors have manifested. Sigyn just wants to cuddle the bunnies some more, and maybe purchase some candy at last-minute prices.
This…thing…ticks my box.
And this ticks Sigyn’s.
Sigyn, I believe it is giving you what is what is known as the “hairy eyeball…”
And at least one of its offspring is becoming adept at making the same expression.
The sheep are much less judgmental and seem to have accepted Sigyn as one of the flock.
Some of the seasonal tat would actually be very useful.
With a crate of carrots this tempting, I might just catch the Eater Bunny this year.
However,some of the wares for sale are just… unnecessary.
I mean, that raises so many questions! Is that supposed to be interior or exterior decor? Is it a lantern? Why is it all cement-colored? Why is it over thirty dollars? Why is the rabbit wearing overalls and a sweater? What does it think is so funny? And most importantly, How am I going to get my sweetie out of that thing when she inevitably falls inside?
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! She managed not to fall into the concrete bunny lantern, but I suppose this was a given:
Hang on, dearest. Loki’s coming.
I may need to steer her away from less hazardous gew-gaws. I would have better luck rescuing her from this, for example:
It just screams “only-seasonally-appropriate desk accessory,” doesn’t it? I know that if it were on my desk (which it wouldn’t be, but if it were), I would keep trying to pull its ears off to use as paperclips.
And this, inexplicable and quirky as it is, poses almost no danger at all.
And there she is, ladies and gentlemen—my sweetie on the half-shell!
While Sigyn enjoys a good look around Kitschville, if anyone needs me, I’ll be buying some Peeps and graham crackers so I can make Horror S’Mores.