The Story:
There once was a toy maker who enjoyed making dolls and dollhouses. He had a little daughter who he loved very much, and he made her a special set of dolls and a large Victorian dollhouse for them to live in. The little girl was so proud of her beautiful toys and cherished them, but not for long. She died in a tragic accident while she was still a child. Her grief-stricken father could not bear the sight of the toys he had made for her because they reminded him of her, so he sold the dolls & their house to a wealthy man who wanted to give them to his spoiled, selfish children.
But there is something special about these dolls. They're not just lifeless, unmoving objects. At night, when all is dark and there is no one around, the dolls come to life. During the day, they cannot move or speak, but they are aware of their surroundings, though frozen in immobility. They have no choice but to be subject to the whims of the children that own them, who sometimes break and disfigure them. At night, they talk about escape, and how to free themselves, and they wonder just how they became what they are - living toys. When they try to pass outside the boundary of the dollhouse, they become frozen again. Maybe they are trapped inside the dollhouse? Maybe not ... This is the story of their lives.
