Yep, real big. That one there in the field is 20 feet tall. Fed him up on my special blend of toasted oats, Scott’s Miracle-Gro, and peanut-butter chips. You should see him when we decorate him up for Christmas, with lights and a big angel on his nose, he’s a real pretty one. The popcorn-cranberry chains didn’t work though, he’d eat ’em. So scratch that holiday tradition.
Hands-down, this is the most industrial rodent I’ve seen this year. I bet it can get a pretty good turn of speed going on those wheels. Most mice don’t have wheels. But then, most mice aren’t welded metal reverse trikes. A few of them are, of course. The cat tries to keep away from them.
Of course, the only thing worse than being a hand-welded mouse trike is being a half-blind, partially-bewhiskered hand-welded mouse trike. That’s sad.
I’m not sure what this particular artistic vision was, but it’s complicated. Generally mice don’t have nose-rings, because really, how often do you have to lead a mouse to a mouse show? They’re not dangerous enough to need to chain down. A cardboard box usually suffices.
In the interior cavity of every mouse, there are strange, orbiting steel balls. The mouse uses them to find magnetic north on its annual winter migration across the continent. True story.
Goodwill on 183 near Anderson Mill, Austin