I've been looking forward to sewing this sad looking little fellow. He doesn't look very scary, does he? I almost feel like giving him a little tickle to cheer him up. But I am not so sure I would actually want to meet him in a dark alley at night (or otherwise). All in all, I don't trust him. Which is why I didn't sew his mane down to the fabric. I thought he looked a bit more rakish that way, and I wanted to get out of his face as quickly as possible. Although if he had bit me I really could have stabbed him with my needle. Roar!