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Goldstein's Sporting Goods
Three mannequins, blond and blue eyed, sporting the reds and yellows and camouflage of Opening Day, inhabited this perfect camp. At fireside, Mr. Yellow, binoculars hung from his neck, cut wood at a folding sawbuck with a folding camp saw. Mr. Red sat on a cot inside the tent, wearing only thermal underwear.
Fine produced a big key ring from his cape. He unlocked three locks, leaving a fourth untouched. He pushed open the heavy door. It was dark inside. It was then that I realized that there were no windows in the building. Fine flipped a light switch. This antechamber was his musical instrument storage room. There were all kinds of instruments in the room: keyboards, percussion instruments, woodwinds, brasses and strings from all over the world.
For Fearless Fang: a Boy and His Pets
If I am giving you the impression that I am Early Man, you are probably right. Growing up as a child, we did have pets. We had a parrot. We called her Parrot. We are simple like that. Our villages don't have zip codes, the streets have no names, and there are definitely no lampposts for dogs to pee on.