Or a wax dragon. This little fellow is supposed to be a candle, but I could never bear to burn him.
He was a gift from Carla (with a long Italian last name I no longer remember). We both lived in Grass Valley, California in those days. Hmm, 15 or 20 years ago. How scary!
I'm the same way - I can't burn pretty candles. Besides, I don't know how anyone could light the wick in such a cute head and watch him melt away.ReplyDelete
Wouldn't that be gruesome? Poor little dragon!ReplyDelete