Ma petite puce

Random gift exchanges, not so random gifts?

The gift was 'wrapped' in a nondescript shoe bag. It was that present that remained under the tree until the very end, the one that no one wanted, and it was thrust into my hands in the very last move of the game, by a cunning someone 'stealing' the attractive plush red stocking spilling with sparklies that I had finally manage to wrestle as my own.

This is minouchka, rebaptised la puce à l'agonie, as per her maker's name (aka Karine Fournier), it just seems more fitting, for her and for me.