Vague Orders

Once upon a time there was a little college student.

This little college student was struggling her way through community college by selling dolls out of her backpack. This isn't illegal so no one will ever make a movie about it. One day though, an older classmate of the little college student decided that she wanted a doll.

"What kind of doll?" the little college student asked.
"Oh, just a little blond boy. Do you think you could do that?" said the older classmate.
"Sure!" said the little college student enthusiastically, thinking of how she could stop eating Ramen noodles and maybe sample Easy Mac because of her good fortune.

The little college student went to work making the little blond boy doll, but all was not as simple as it should have been. You see, the older classmate wanted the doll to look just like her grandson (who was a baby and didn't even actually have any hair) but she didn't have a picture.

The little college student was scared because now she had expectations to live up to. This wouldn't seem so bad, but you must remember that the little college student was in a community college and that's not like the real world at all.

Terrified, the little college student went into a frenzied crocheting panic and spent over five hours rearranging the little blond boys hair. The next day at school the older classmate decided that the little blond boy needed a red shirt. The little college student forgot to ask why, but she thinks it has something to do with college football.

After over two weeks, the little college student finished making the little blond boy and gave it to the older classmate. The little college student spent five minutes that felt like an eternity hoping that the older classmate wouldn't hate the ugly hair that took two hours to attach the first time and five hours to properly style. The older classmate loved the doll very much, but laughed when she saw the pants.

The little college student will never know why, and the moral of this story is to only sell Disney and other trademarked characters, because at least you know what they look like.

The End.