Little men

One of them fell out of my ear. He was made of paper, had long legs and a diminutive head. He placed himself in the scrap silver bowl, where he fell asleep after covering himself in flakes of silver.

I guess a bed made of copper is desirable after his journey. After all, he made it out of my ear.
Later on he made it clear that wherever he'd been before he hadn't been lazy, he had a plan. And friends.

These little imps never move an inch while you're looking. And then when you looked away I guess they darted away. They remind me of those little games Army men or something.

They abandonded their comrade and ganged up with the swedish king (Not the current one though).
I wonder who made the commands, and I let their little mission go on without disturbing.

Suddenly I felt that something was wrong. I tilted my head to the right and realised that I was being o so slowly ambushed by these two fellas. Their talking with the king was probably just a distraction to keep me calm. I captured them, look at them kicking at each other. Blaming each other.

I planned on soldering small coils on their feet. My teacher said that it was a waste of their little feet. And the fact that I didn't want to cripple them. My second plan was to make little holes in their feet... I could almost hear them scream while I spoke to myself.

So I put them in oxide and tied them up instead. The edges of the charactes are polished as to make a contrast to the black. I'm rather content with the work. I don't know if I will hear from them again. The paper guy is still hanging around in the scrap bowl, I wonder if he's waiting for his underlings.