You haven't a name and yet, all the same, I think I love you.

Plastic wheeled giraffes, origins unknown.

The grinning swell of positive energy these twin orphan giraffes generate every time I they espy is tremendous.

I found them at the local thrift store and fell immediately in love. That there were two made them all the more perfect (to bring home to my twin daughters.)

Their mod geometry kills me; as do the happy orange bodies and high contrast blue wheels. Wheeled giraffes!

Look at those eyes. They are stickers; but there is not fading or peeling. The proportions --eye to face and pupil to eye-- are perfect.

See the sly, shy smile? It is not colored in. There is no need. Subtlety.

Likewise, see the swish of a tail stamped in the backside. No flies! Super-fly!

My effusiveness over these objects quirk was redoubled when the cashier apologized, but they were differently priced: $0.99 and $1.41.

I could only guess that was because one bore four all caps initials in black marker on its underside.

Those, however, were the only discernible markings. I cannot locate a manufacturer's stamp.

The only other information their undersides betray came in the form of small holes and long plastic tabs, perhaps used to connect them (and other wheeled animals?) These have since been discarded.