Rhonda the Gatherer says hello, but it sounds more like heh-woh. She's working on learning to enunciate her Ls.
Rhonda is a monster, but she doesn't know that.
All she knows is that her grandmother sent her out to gather bones for soup and that the people they used to be inside were very, very tasty and that she is a good girl who is probably going to get extra dessert after supper.
She is hoping that it's blood pudding.
Being four stories tall isn't too bad most of the time, but it does make it hard to sneak up on all the squeaky little peoples.
When she sleeps, she dreams of filling her basket with soup skulls for her grandmother and slurs om nom nom nom in her sleep. The best part to dream about is the filling.
Rhonda the Gatherer is for sale at my Etsy shop. Don't worry about whether she will like you or not, because it's pretty much guaranteed that she will. She's a people person.
UPDATE ONE HOUR LATER: Rhonda sold already!