There were no holes sustained from the event tee shirt.
There was no warping from irregular stitching.
I tugged lightly at the points where ears would be, the knob responded with a balance of resistance and pliancy.
It was a joy to hold.
It was perfect.
I pulled the ears harder just to see how far it’ll go.
He scowled, ‘What have you done, I was the perfect stud!’
I rested him gently on my hand and replied,
‘You are perfect, Spud.’