Little Philldoll's Search

WHEN I was eight years old, I had a friend who has since become a well-known writer. He and I invented stories and drew the illustrations. He also had some characters that I remember to this day. One of them was Little Philldoll Who Fell Through Her Face. She lay on the edge of a cliff, screaming her head off, sucking oranges and lemons. Every half hour she fell off the cliff, performing a sort of interior skin-the-cat, in that she would descend through her own mouth, feet first.