So this is the finished product of this [link] dear Mister Fetus. He´s full of mistakes, but I wont try to darn them any longer. Especially the plump crossover from bust to base (wich made me hopping mad!). And the fact that his neck glid down while burning in the oven, wich gives him such a pitiful and inhibited attitude head-on. He seems to feel very unwell if someone is staring at him face to face (smiles). Well, in the end I decided just not to take frontal fotos of him. Halfway displeased I chew over what I´d do with him for a long while ... but the poor boy has found a job in my room as a trusted bookend now.