Yet another Little man was on screen. His shortalls might have been dapper and clean, but they didn’t look grown up. “I don’t tawk…good…no more…too…m-m-m-much…cartoons.” The photo of him staring blankly into a static filled T.V. wearing only a used diaper; eyes wide and mouth drooling, made him look like a genius by comparison.
More black and white pictures, these ones of smiling Littles in nothing but T-shirts and diapers, or onesies, or baby bonnets…but the smile never matched the look of pain and terror in their eyes. “Other Littles can’t speak for themselves,” the lady narrator said. “They were left unsupervised around sharp objects and died due to neglect and poor supervision.”
No. No they didn’t. They took the only way out they knew from dollhood.