Abe finished the straw dummy, stripped off all his clothes, and started to dress the crudely-fashioned mannequin.
General Grant, laying with his back to a tree stump, took a pull from his flask. "What are you doing, Abe?"
"My mind is like a piece of steel," Abe mumbled.
For the next hour, he poked and prodded at the stovepipe hat, never satisfied with the angle it rested on his simulacrum’s head.
“You can’t make him your Vice President, you know,” said General Grant.
Abe pouted and tore the dummy apart.
But he never did bother to get dressed again.
Yeah, I've been reading too much garfield minus garfield.