• She fought so hard, but she just couldn't win. The other mother had a new child again.
    And with the help of her friends, Coraline almost succeeded, but the other mother could not be defeated.
    So, with needle and thread and shiny button eyes, the other mother sewed and Coraline cried.
    It was her last tear, her last chance for emotion, when suddenly there was a great commotion.
    The cat came to help, but it was too late. Coraline had already met her fate.
    She became a doll, and to the floor she did fall.
    Another defeat, another fall. Another toy, and one last child doll.

    '..black is traditional..'