Thursday, August 28

Culture Shock 56

I was in shock so I didn't think to snap a picture.

Driving down the highway, the flatbed truck in front of me had a huge black plastic garbage bag flapping in the wind. My eyes naturally went to the moving plastic.

My mind wasn't sure what it saw at first. Two hooves hanging out. Two furry legs. A big thigh used for running or jumping.

Something furry. Something dead. I'm thinking a llama or a calf. It wasn't too big. Something juvenile. Something very dead... in a plastic bag... practically hanging off of this guys truck.

Not something I'm used to seeing!

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