Soon they found another leg and another arm. Now each hand, with an eye
under its palm and an arm dangling from its wrist, rode on a leg separately about the
beach. Hop, hop, hop , hop they went, peering among the rocks. One found an ear and
at the same moment the other found the giant torso. Then the busy hands fitted the
legs to the torso, then they fitted the arms, each fitting the other, and the torso stood
up with legs and arms but no head. It walked about the beach, holding its eyes up in
its hands, searching for its lost head. At last, there was the head - eyeless, earless,
nested in a heap of read seaweed. Now in no time the Iron Man had fitted his head
back, and his eyes were in place, and everything in place except for one ear. He strode
about the beach searching for his lost ear