Made a Yarny, and did a "photoshoot" with him once

I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolling plain was a source of vague horror to me, but my horror was greater when I gained the summit of the mound
For below, rested on an old willow. Bark gnarled, and branches twisting...
was a pink doll, made of yarn. Featureless face and frayed string stretching evermore beyond the horizon

I love him, the hot pink colour almost beats the classic red