I have to say, I absolutely love those Max and the Wild Things dolls. I often told my baby brother his bedtime stories when my mother went to the sports club, and that story was one that featured prominently. Though I used his favourite dolls, of Eric and Bert, and didn't have specific dolls for each story.

The story opens with such coldness. And then you said you were in a hospital, so I was sure someone had died. The image of emotions held back, lest one breaks, come clear here.