“T got to my truck in the morning and she was gone! Someone Stole her right off my truck!”
“Oh Wilbur, I’m so sorry that happened!”

Dad, trying to calm Wilbur down, said, “We can buy you another doll.”

“There is no one like her! I special ordered her and waited for three months! You can’t replace her!!”

Dad demanded, “Corrine, you have to find out who did this and get that doll back! This is not right, what they
did to Wilbur!”

“T can’t believe she’s gone! I juSt don’t know if I can keep going without her. I’m so sad, I juSt want to leave.”
“Please don’t leave, Wilbur! I will find out what happened and get her back to you. Here’s a couple back Stage
passes for tonight. Go have fun and we'll work it out,” I said. This problem was not going away.

Later on that night, I was transporting boxes at the front gate where all the tickets are processed and
wristbands issued. Wendy was there with her car and IJ asked if she could give my cargo and me a lift back to
downtown Shambhala. No problem.

We got to the car and decided that the trunk was the safeSt for my precious package. She popped the trunk. I
lifted up my box to put it in, but saw that there was something else already in in there. It was the alien-eyed doll!
Wendy looked at me. I looked at Wendy. Our faces were frozen in a mutual moment of disbelief.

“Wendy, it was you!!”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, caught red handed.

“J juSt had to do something! I don’t know what came over me! I was walking by the truck and that vagina was
just Staring at me. I had to take it, Corrine!”

“Oh my, Wendy. You know my Dad is all over this one. I can’t ever let him know it was you! I need to get this
back to Wilbur or we are going to have serious health risks with the duSt, never mind breaking the poor guy’s heart!”

“Tm sorry! It’s juSt so offensive!”

“But not to him. To him, it’s love. Come on, let’s take this thing to my office and figure out what to do.”

Wendy and I hopped in her car and drove the kilometer to my office in downtown Shambhala. We built all of
the buildings on site, and I was lucky enough to have a lookout built on the top of my little office. Wendy brought
the doll up in the tower and sat down to work out the problem.

“Corrine, if he would juSt cover her up. LaSt year’s doll wasn’t so bad, but this one...”
“Okay, so let’s dress her up. If it’s not her but the gaping vagina, let’s cover it up.”
Wendy countered, “But he might juSt take the dress off again.”

“Good point.”

“There has to be a way to convince him to keep the dress on.”

I came up with an idea, an out of the box sort of idea. “Let’s write a love note from the doll to Wilbur, thanking
him for letting her out for the evening. She had a great time. She partied and found this dress, which she would like
to keep. I will contact Wilbur when it’s all ready and you need to be far, far away. Let’s never tell Dad about this.”

It was easy to find a dress, even if it didn’t quite cover all three tits. The loSt-and-found had a pretty sundress
covered in little flowers. The love letter took a little while longer to craft. We found a thank you card and filled the
insides with loving words. The alien-eyed
doll, now adorned with her pretty attire, a * ®
little deflated from all the activity sat ina flo thank, you, no questions. He just grabbed her and Fan,
corner of the tower with the love letter tucked
between two green breaSts. When everything was prepared, I radioed Wilbur to my office.

Wilbur ran quickly up the wooden Stairs to the tower, not knowing what to expect, but hopeful. He froze at
the top of the Steps, his eyebrows again disappearing into his hat. Wilbur snatched the blow-up doll up into his
arms and held the note to his cheSt, racing down the Stairs and out the door with her clutched in his arms, as if she
might disappear. No thank you, no queStions. He juSt grabbed her and ran.

Wilbur mounted his green friend back to the front of his water truck with the dress Still on. The Women’s
Space was happy to have the gaping vagina covered, and Wilbur was happy to get his true love back. Dad never
found out what happened to Wilbur’s doll, but he was pleased that we didn’t have to discuss the merits of plaStic
vaginas and alien-eyed dolls. 6

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