What do you buy, beg, steal or make for the man who has everything?
A crocheted weasel. Naturally.
Not just a weasel but a 'squeasel', which (according to my dad and I) started as a 'squeaky weasel', but in this context also means squeazy weasel, for it is a thing of squishiness. And it has slightly lopsided ears and tiny crocheted claws and everything.
I didn't follow a pattern, I just looked at a picture of a weasel and tried to make the 'inny and outty' bits in the right places.
For my next project: the entire story of Lord of the RIngs, and the Silmarillion, and the Hobbit, told in Squeasels. *shoots self in face*