He sat up and turned his attention to immediate affairs. He had worn holes through the blanket wrappings, and his feet were like shapeless pieces of meat.
It was the most comical shapeless thing, this improvised doll, with no nose, mouth, ears or eyes, nothing that even the imagination of a child could convert into a face.
The nose was stubby and shapeless, the mouth lopsided and full of misshapen yellow teeth the size of half-bricks; the small eyes, were a muddy greenish-brown and just now were half-gummed together with sleep.
Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth...a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle.
There was a new charcoal smudge Oliver one knee of his ten cotton trousers he wore assured inside the red and black check shirt and buckskin moccasins that made his big feet looked like shapeless.