Since we'd stuffed him with rolled up fabric from the bins of random fabrics that came to us along with all the costumes we inherited, there was an empty bin that became his very own.
We folded and bent him to fit. His wig-stand head and mask fit in also. And we placed him back on the shelves with the boxes of fabrics. (These shelves also hold the colorful bower that we used in last year's A Midsummer Night's Dream.) There he is, middle shelf, right-hand, white-lidded box. Awwwwwww.
In a moment of levity, I marked the box "Mr. Spenalzo - R.I.P."
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