Ah – I remember those merry days of childhood when my mother strolled around the neighbourhood with me in my little monster-booby-car! It was so comforting sitting in the warm brain of a monster in summer. And did its rotten teeth not protect me from fairies and pixies or good-willing sprites?
Gotten curious? Check the site of Elmer Preslee: Illustration, Furniture and Sculpture. And buy the Monster Stroller
The Monster Stroller
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