Magical Realist
Valued Senior Member
My first job was on the dustcarts. We would go around the town centre cleaning out all the shops and one day there were rats in the cellar.When I volunteered at the Endangered Wolf Center near St. Louis we would get fresh killed deer from the highway maintenance guys. Once in a while the arrival of a fresh road bump would dovetail with a guided tour. I would keep the tour busy away from the painted dog compound, fifteen African painted dogs, until the troops had the deer into their compound and were well away from the center of attention. Then they'd release the multi-colored bullets who went flying for full grown deer. Ten minutes later the only sign of the deer were the four new toys for the dogs. Even they couldn't eat hooves. The folks on the tour were always a bit slack-jawed.