[An account of a conversation overheard on the bus heading downtown, between a mother, a child, and a stuffed animal. Actually, the stuffed animal, while possessed of a sparkling personality, didn't say anything, as he was thinking of a barbecued pork product. But the child ably spoke on his behalf.
See: "We want charsiu".]
It was the first time I had ever seen an anteater in the flesh. Or felt. Not flesh.
I hope he is still loved.
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.