Rereading some stuff from a few years ago, I came across the little girl and her companion. And I have to wonder what happened to the anteater?
[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.
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