I was heartbroken when my old dog died so I decided to have him preserved for eternity. I wrapped him up carefully in a blanket and took him to the taxidermist’s.
The taxidermist was examining the dog, checking its mouth, looking under its tail, when I asked, “Could you mount him for me?”
“Not my thing,” said the taxidermist. “Looks like it’s yours though.”
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