The finishing touch for my paper sculpture, Plucked Porcupine: eyes. They hang down by a thread, which allows them to twist in the air as he moves about.
The quill at his feet is made of the sharp spines of the porcupine, which explains why he stares down at the red ink, contemplating its miserable fate to be plucked for the sake of writing inspiring literature.
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