Pop Goes the Nest

I waddled over to the chunky wooden figure resting on the low shelf and wrapped both arms around its glossy painted belly. It felt solid and completely still, with bright rosy cheeks painted right on its face. I gave its head an experimental yank—pop! The top half snapped free with a delightfully hollow wooden clop! I tumbled straight onto my rear on the rug, clutching the painted dome like a bowl. When I peeked into the base, my eyes went wide. Resting snugly inside was an exact miniature twin staring right back at me! What an unbelievable secret pocket!

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