|Goat and new friends|
So you're ambling around downtown Bedford, Ohio, and you are intrigued by a shop called Kulis Freeze Dry and so you step in.
Who expects to be greeted by a rhinoceros? No one, that's who. Yet there you are beside a full size stuffed rhino that was killed by a bow and arrow in the mid 70's during the last legal hunt of the animal.
The charming proprietor entertains your curious questions (when was the shop established? 1967. Is it still owned by the Kulis family? No, Mr. Kulis did not have any children. Do you get a lot of pets? I won't do pets anymore. That dog gave you all he's got to give).
The giant alligator frozen in an open-mouthed snarl in the back of the shop, incidentally, came up from Florida.
"That's as close as I need to get to the likes of him," you say.
Later, you will wish you had asked about the process, the training, the regulation and the emotions that go along with this business and how the hell did they get that rhino over here from Africa all those years ago? but alas, there are too many other things on your mind, so you say your thankyous and step back out into the world.
Passing by the rhino on your way out, however, you feel the unmistakeable tug of the animal's lingering energy and the fleeting concept of a graveyard washes over you.
You pass a tattoo shop. Your stomach growls with hunger. You squint your eyes against the late afternoon sun.
You walk towards infinity.
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