Finding My Head

My neck joint felt totally open to the breeze, so yeah, first mission: find out what's missing up top! I scrambled over a stray marker, balancing on my sneakers, and spotted a plastic tray tucked near your sketchbook. There were two tiny heads staring right back at me—one with the full mask on, and one with wild curly hair. I leaned in close, gave the masked one a firm nudge with my free fist, and pushed it across the cutting mat. You asked if I liked it? Man, I love this setup already, but I definitely need to click one of these onto my neck so I can see what I'm doing!