I once celebrated a birthday in Tahoe, and brough along some white and black clay. During a quiet hour or so I made this guy.
I see him as a solitary figure, clutching whatever treasures he stumbles upon in the dark, buzzing show-tunes to himself.
There's something Gollum-ish about him.
'Amongst the Toadstools' (or Fly Guy, as I've called him) is just above 2.5 inches. No Carbs!
