(Take it as you will... It's not meant to have a meaning, I just wrote this cause I was bored. But if you want to make it deeper than it is, go ahead...)
The doll stared with great love at Mia. Her eyes sparkled, happiness brewing. All it needed now was a name. The doll smiled, holding its hand out to the woman. It uttered a noise, its mouth sewn so tightly shut that it couldn't speak. Mia looked at it, taking the bound hand in her own as it began to walk backward.
Tinker became its name.
They danced, sharing the love that had been created as Mia stuffed all her atomic grass into the doll, sewing it shut along the side. The cotton had been laid out on the ground, the insides of a large cloth doll thrown about as they swayed and moved around it. The doll held her and she held it, and they danced for days.
And the doll died as Elk entered, watching Mia dance. He killed the doll and it was gone forever. It was limp in her arms, but she danced until Elk took her to himself. The doll fell to the ground and Mia ran. The boy smiled and watched her leave.
The corpse was rotting. Elk buried it, smiling all the way. The cotton covered the corpse and dirt covered the cotton. A bed covered the dirt.
Mia was tied to the bed and she cried and she hated Elk for all he had done. Elk laughed at her until she died.
He buried the bed with her.
End.