The Soft Doll

I always cheated my master! Master says, I am dishonest, I say I am simply naughty. I enjoy stealing as a fun, I think a lot as to what should be stolen. My criteria to select something for stealing is that it should be perfumed so that I may feel it from a distance it's colors should be so much bright that my eyes do not stick at a point and go on slipping from top to the bottom from left to the right from front to the back. It should be so much smooth and delicate that wherever I touch it my sensation from my fingers spreads throughout my body and when my lips like me are restless it should make me so much ecstatic that I have no alternate but to kiss it. I steal it in a very good manner and you know any act that is done in a beautiful manner is an art. Let my master call me a dishonest servant, you may call me an artist. Yes, I am such a great artist that within a short period though hidden in green leaves, I stole all the flowers of his garden Sucked its softness, its color and scent and hid it in my heart. My master was so much worried that he called an emergency meeting of his ministers whereat it was decided a soft doll should be manufactured with colors and fragrance and with a heart that should be fond of this stealing. Soon the doll was manufactured I stole it and ran away to the earth.