I got at least three of them, Rap. Somewhere. Don't ask me where. Amos was here for a visit and he can attest to the difficulty of finding anything but the Bud in this fettered and unkempt nest that I sleep and create in. I had one that would fit in my shirt pocket. Alas, likely lost forever until someone discovers it whilst cleaning out my house for the auction after my demise. "What am I bid for this? Going, going... GONE... to the trash."