I can’t explain this one if I tried. But whatever it is, it doesn’t look happy.
I want the thing in the back to be some sort of sun-god or goddess. Perhaps it is, it’s got that whole “radiant smile” thing, and a lovely halo of hair, very much in the model of a corona or nimbus. If it rose in the east, I wouldn’t really be that surprised, it would actually be a nice way to start the day. You could say “Hello, Sun Goddess!” and it might say “Hi, tragic human! Do you like 115 degrees?” and then you’d say “no, no I don’t really! How about a balmy 72?” And it’d say “No! You will have 115 degrees and you will enjoy it! Or don’t, I don’t care, I’m the SUN GOD!”
Which basically we get down to this display here at the Goodwill on 290 and I35, which basically says “the sun, the sun is a harsh sky-demon, and we will grovel before it like little baking worms and it WON’T HELP.”
Weep before the sun, tiny thing.
I will, of course, take other opinions on what the heck this is, or what’s going on here. This too strongly resembles a pop-eyed cabbage patch kid in a tortilla wrap for me, or some sort of horrible fish-child. I’m really not comfortable with fish-children, though this one was thankfully in a small cage, waiting for the Saturday action.
In hindsight, I should have gone to hear the caller try to sell this one. “Item number 37, we’ve got a….ah…kind of lumpy, fist-sized, looks dead…made of clay…hey, Barbara, you know what this is?” “Cruel sun-goddess and prostrate victim.” “Right. Cruel sun-goddess and prostrate victim. Do I hear $25?”