If the Salvation Army’s going to be infested with something, I’m glad it’s not mice. I’d take tiny whales over mice any day. Mice nibble. With tiny whales, they just occasionally get blow-hole mist all over everything.
And they probably eat up all the shrimp, but it’s REALLY tiny shrimp.
Ooh, that one’s got a broken tail :( Either a fishing boat accident or the poor thing got it caught in that pile of fondue forks. Don’t worry, they grow back.
I consider myself lucky, even blessed, to have seen a school of these majestic creatures near the great three-mug barrier reef off the north coast of Kitchenware. I can only assume they were searching for their natural pray, discarded price tags. What makes these mighty creatures swim up three levels of shelf to hunt, when discarded pricetags teem like midges on the floor far below? I don’t know. We don’t know. But they probably don’t want to lose any more tails.
<In best Jacques Cousteau voice> “As we leave the shelf whales we are filled with a sense of humility beside the rich variety of creation, and know that we will one day return to this shelf, because brick-a-brack is on special every Wednesday.”
Salvation Army on South Congress near Ben White, Austin