La grosse ventouse mask
Ventouse Mask Story
It just sound better in French, rather than the Big Suction Cup Woman. Sounds like “Vaw-tooz”. I’ve carved two of theses creatures. They still haunt me.
Version two of my ventouse mask, La grosse ventouse
The story goes like this.
I met her on the beach a few years ago. We had common interests and started chatting. I’m a good listener. So I listened. A group formed around us and listened too. Then something extraordinary happened. She reached out with her big lips, and latched onto my ear. It was painful and never ending. I tried walking away, but she would not let go. I was stuck in this position for five straight days. A victim of a flood of words; black ink dribbling from her chin.
After the five days, she released me. What a relief. Something I would not want to live through again. I learned later, of course, that if I had walked north, for a few hundred kilometers, she would have released her grip, as she does not like a cold climate.
La Ventouse Mask, ©2014 Champagne, this was the original mask, scary enough
Champagne Design — Carver 
Does she suck in elderly people too? Shuuuuddddeeerrr
Age makes no difference.