Justin reached out and gently placed his hand under the child's tiny head.

The tiny white human head on its black and bristly back turned to look at her.

And as he moved a hand across the bars of the cage, five tiny heads turned.

Two tiny heads housed sinks with running water, hot only.

She should have been the one to retrieve the tiny head.

Its tiny head and legs project from one side but it can no longer crawl about.

Most of what he said went right over their tiny heads.

Baby Paul was shouting his tiny head off by now and explanations were hardly necessary.

With a trembling hand, Nash reached down to touch the tiny head.

The tiny head on the mounded body closed its eyes.