An artist sits in the light of the blue moon, staring at the work shop where she seems to create new puppets straight from her head. Dangling from the rafters are many smiling faces, her children, and friends.

 Her mind wanders to a world no one else can see. A utopia all for her, where the worries of the world can touch her. There she meets a bright new friend. The girl looks dark and maybe a little sad but as time went by the artist learns that she is not so morbid, in fact she loves life and all kinds of natures wonders.

 When the artist comes to from her day dream she remembers the loving words they exchanged. She begins to carve. long into the night she strives to achieve the perfect body form, the most beautifully painted eyes and lips, only the darkest house hair would do, and the finest black silk for her dress. When she was done the sun was rising. Her new friend had come to life and she moved the wooden planks to make her dance with ease. The artist admires her dream come true then places her on a shelf.

Now off to bed exhausted, all the energy and passion released into her puppets, she does not even bother to sweep up the saw dust or straighten mangled strings. Once asleep she returns to her secret place in search of her new found companion. Only to find she was gone. The artist waited in her dream land for what seemed like an eternity. Why would she run away? Had she done something wrong?

When she a woke, distort from the dream, she returned to the work shop only to find strings.....all her puppets, family, friends had clipped away the strings and were gone. as she runs her fingers through the forest of swaying nylon it dawns on her...she gave the life, she made them dance, she made then run, and when they preformed with her they cried, laughed, sang, and died. But the bottom line was she made them do it. Now she is alone. Sitting in her shop she sheds a tear and mutters into the air, "I never meant to hurt you"