My poor little puppet, Brooklyn Birch. I should not leave him alone so much while I work on projects other than performing with him on stage. It was brought to my attention, by my neighbor that Brooklyn Birch finally surrendered after three days of fighting with the enemy, a gleeful, very bright little girl next door. He was taken into custody, forced to wear a bonnet and was seen being pushed by her around the block in a doll carriage. My reason for reporting this however is to speak on his behalf. Despite his defeat at the hands of joviality, and the merriment of a child, the brave little puppet, refused to surrender to despair.