Commercial doll head that someone salvaged after the dog chewed up the old body, and sewed a new body? Proportions less important than, “See, honey? Beck-beck is back and all better!” And the kid bursts into tears and throws the doll against the iron stove (scarring the face) because she watched Fritz destroy Beck-Beck and she just KNOWS this is just some zombie creation and she is NOT sharing a crib with it.
Years later, cleaning out her mother’s house, the child-now-grandmother finds Undead Beck-Beck, shudders, and is about to throw it into the trash bin when she notes the material, the careful stitching, the care with which the body was made, and instead puts it into the church bazaar pile. It ends up in the antique store along with the big box of junk the antique owner purchased for a dollar.