My heart aches a little every time my eyes fall on this little wool donkey made from scrap fabric. I found him at an Amish quilt market years ago. He can barely stand up straight. His stitches are crude and coming apart in some areas (probably from too much love). He is so sweet and off-kilter I can hardly stand it. Can you? I'm powerless against this kind of helpless-looking, handmade toy.