Have a stitched together patchwork man in a pirate costume that looks as though he kind of wrung it out. Sort of. The feather drooped into his eye. He rubbed his eye as he got to the bowl of grapes and the eye popped out. And landed in the grapes. "Eye gotta stop doing that... Could you help me find it?" he asked the person next to him. "Would be grape if we could find it before someone eats it." His remaining eye blinked. "Again."