Morning menace

Somewhere there is a small child missing a ball. I spotted this one this morning in the middle of the road. I kicked it onto the verge (see extra) to save it from being squashed by a passing car just in case the owner came in search of it. It threw me back over more than sixty years to a day when my family was driving through the countryside and I dropped my favourite small knitted toy out of the car window. To my amazement my father stopped the car and went back for my toy. I still have that little knitted person. It's not nearly as menacing looking as this chap.