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What I think happened:

"Then, one night, at three o'clock in the morning I found it: the perfect way to ask Miss Mabel to marry me. And when I say it was perfect, Jimmy, I mean it was perfect! Five years and I finally knew the right setting, the best song, the most accurate words to express my ardent adoration. But, knowing myself as well as I did then, and indeed as I do now, I knew-- KNEW-- that if I fell asleep, I would forget by morning. You understand, my boy, that I couldn't do that.
"So I got up out of bed and put on my slippers. I wanted to change into my Sunday suit, but pulling open my closet doors might have woken your Aunt Cherry. I didn't want to do that, because I knew she'd stop me, and then I'd forget, and then Miss Mabel would never marry me. So I stayed in my Christmas pajamas. Have you seen my Christmas pajamas, Jimmy?"
"You mean the ones with the green-and-red-striped pants, grandad?"
"Exactly. With the red cuffs and the red shirt. Your mother gave them to me one year as a present. They're very warm, you know, but not quite warm enough to traverse the streets on a winter's night near Christmas, when the snow is bound to start falling any minute. So I crept down to the foyer closet, which your Aunt Cherry had only just oiled, and got out my best bomber jacket. It's the one you sometimes play fighter pilot in-- the one your Uncle Thomas gave me for my birthday on the fiftieth anniversary of the War, before he realized I'd shrunk a bit. I wish I still had my patches to put on it, but your first grandmother cut them up for scouring rags before she died. But back to the story.
"Wearing my best bomber jacket, I let my self out the door and set off for Miss Mabel's house. A policeman almost stopped me, but you know why he didn't?"
"Why didn't he?"
"I had purpose in my walk. If I'd looked a doddering old fool, he wouldn't have thought twice about stopping me and taking me home. But I had confidence and purpose in my walk, so he did. Er, think twice, that is. So if you ever want to get past someone, my boy, the secret is to show confidence. Verstuck?"
"Verstuck, grandad."
"All in all, through bitter winds and chilly weather, I made it to Miss Mabel's house. You know, she's an independent old bird, and as such she still lived in her old Victorian with the round tower. She wouldn't take any of her nieces' advice to move in with them-- I suppose growing up the older sister-spinster to two needy younger sisters will do that to a person.
"So I got to her house. I even made it round into her back garden, to the very foot of the tower. I'd been warming up my voice the whole way, and I'd fixed my hair. I had all my words planned and rehearsed. But there I got stuck."
"Stuck!? You got stuck? How?"
"I can't climb."
"Aw, grandad, you could have called me. I would have helped! You know I'm the best climber in the whole school? I got all the way to the top of the rope in the gym. And when everybody was climbing the tree in the playground, I climbed so high that Mrs. Fielding called the firemen to come get me down!"
"Oh, my!"
"Yeah! So I could have helped you."
"I'm sure that if I had asked, dear Jimmy, that you would have skinned up that ivy and been down to unlock the front door for me. But seeing as, at that point, you were still just a tiny tot bouncing on your mother's knee, I felt it too large a favor to ask of you."
"Oh. What did you do, then, grandad?"
"Well, I kind of just stood there for a while, wondering how in the world I had thought to get up to Miss Mabel's balcony in the first place."

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Super Sculpey with an arrangement-wire skeleton, painted in acrylics (Reeves, Liquitex, and Daler-Rowney System 3, both alone and mixed-- someone should smack me).
10.5 centimeters tall.
12 hours of work, spread out over 5 days.

"Work In Progress" shot located in my "Scraps" gallery (unpainted model). Alternate title for this work is "Romeo is Stuck."

Please, PLEASE critique, but please be gentle. This is only my first true attempt at modeling a person.

Description
What I think happened:

"Then, one night, at three o'clock in the morning I found it: the perfect way to ask Miss Mabel to marry me. And when I say it was perfect, Jimmy, I mean it was perfect! Five years and I finally knew the right setting, the best song, the most accurate words to express my ardent adoration. But, knowing myself as well as I did then, and indeed as I do now, I knew-- KNEW-- that if I fell asleep, I would forget by morning. You understand, my boy, that I couldn't do that.
"So I got up out of bed and put on my slippers. I wanted to change into my Sunday suit, but pulling open my closet doors might have woken your Aunt Cherry. I didn't want to do that, because I knew she'd stop me, and then I'd forget, and then Miss Mabel would never marry me. So I stayed in my Christmas pajamas. Have you seen my Christmas pajamas, Jimmy?"
"You mean the ones with the green-and-red-striped pants, grandad?"
"Exactly. With the red cuffs and the red shirt. Your mother gave them to me one year as a present. They're very warm, you know, but not quite warm enough to traverse the streets on a winter's night near Christmas, when the snow is bound to start falling any minute. So I crept down to the foyer closet, which your Aunt Cherry had only just oiled, and got out my best bomber jacket. It's the one you sometimes play fighter pilot in-- the one your Uncle Thomas gave me for my birthday on the fiftieth anniversary of the War, before he realized I'd shrunk a bit. I wish I still had my patches to put on it, but your first grandmother cut them up for scouring rags before she died. But back to the story.
"Wearing my best bomber jacket, I let my self out the door and set off for Miss Mabel's house. A policeman almost stopped me, but you know why he didn't?"
"Why didn't he?"
"I had purpose in my walk. If I'd looked a doddering old fool, he wouldn't have thought twice about stopping me and taking me home. But I had confidence and purpose in my walk, so he did. Er, think twice, that is. So if you ever want to get past someone, my boy, the secret is to show confidence. Verstuck?"
"Verstuck, grandad."
"All in all, through bitter winds and chilly weather, I made it to Miss Mabel's house. You know, she's an independent old bird, and as such she still lived in her old Victorian with the round tower. She wouldn't take any of her nieces' advice to move in with them-- I suppose growing up the older sister-spinster to two needy younger sisters will do that to a person.
"So I got to her house. I even made it round into her back garden, to the very foot of the tower. I'd been warming up my voice the whole way, and I'd fixed my hair. I had all my words planned and rehearsed. But there I got stuck."
"Stuck!? You got stuck? How?"
"I can't climb."
"Aw, grandad, you could have called me. I would have helped! You know I'm the best climber in the whole school? I got all the way to the top of the rope in the gym. And when everybody was climbing the tree in the playground, I climbed so high that Mrs. Fielding called the firemen to come get me down!"
"Oh, my!"
"Yeah! So I could have helped you."
"I'm sure that if I had asked, dear Jimmy, that you would have skinned up that ivy and been down to unlock the front door for me. But seeing as, at that point, you were still just a tiny tot bouncing on your mother's knee, I felt it too large a favor to ask of you."
"Oh. What did you do, then, grandad?"
"Well, I kind of just stood there for a while, wondering how in the world I had thought to get up to Miss Mabel's balcony in the first place."

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Super Sculpey with an arrangement-wire skeleton, painted in acrylics (Reeves, Liquitex, and Daler-Rowney System 3, both alone and mixed-- someone should smack me).
10.5 centimeters tall.
12 hours of work, spread out over 5 days.

"Work In Progress" shot located in my "Scraps" gallery (unpainted model). Alternate title for this work is "Romeo is Stuck."

Please, PLEASE critique, but please be gentle. This is only my first true attempt at modeling a person.