Most especially, we loved this guy:
And we love this guy who really loved that guy:
But all the interesting pieces couldn't distract this girl:
Who cried and whined and freaked out over this door:
Because, apparently, that's where a wild wolf lives. Little does she realize, there's a wolf inside all of us. I can see it in the haggard expression on the face jug, the Mountain Man's shoulders pulled up to his ears and his eyes scouting the exit, and my perilous levels of patience.
One day, she may see the truth of herself, of us all, in art like this: