Do they even still have those spring-loaded rocking rides they used to have at the park? I can still remember the day I discovered that I had grown too big for the bulbous-eyed, polka-dotted chartreuse frog I used to ride. Oh the disappointment of my childish glee turning to dismay when I face-planted in the sand still clutching the poor frog that was sadly unable to right itself on its over-extended spring. Thankfully corgi fairies are much smaller and mushrooms are far more resilient. Original 4 x 4 inch gallery-wrapped mini painting currently listed on ebay.