I stared at the mismatched beast in our backyard with horrible fascination. It was nearly five feet tall, with what appeared to be pieces of every type of African animal sewed together to make a….what?
My frizzy-haired housemate stuck her head out the patio door.
“What is this?”
The sudden blush that appeared on her cheeks told me everything I needed to know.
“I’m calling your therapist.”
“But it was one of a kind!” she protested.
“No. Your online shopping is out of control. I thought the goat horn coat hooks were bad, but this…this is too far.”