Well, to be honest we couldn't afford one so we fashioned her from bits of dryer lint and burlap pancakes. Our hope is to someday be able to afford a name for her.

We didn't have a dryer of course, but once a year we were allowed to visit the Great House and admire theirs. If it had been a good year for the pebble crop, they would let us take as much lint as we could gather in six minutes. Upon leaving we'd each be beaten with a left-handed tractor jack and rewarded with an onion, which we'd wear tucked under out belts as was the fashion at the time.