Wednesday, April 30, 2008

We walked by a rusted metal sculpture of a dinosaur on our walk today. It was an interesting enough sculpture that we stopped to stare at it for a while. Very dangerous. Very fierce. And, inexplicably, holding a broken bird cage. Just before moving on, Daniel pointed out the dinosaur's mouth -- containing a collection of little, yellow, rubber duckies. Just like Elaine's. She started crying. Fortunately, we were on our way home anyway.

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