Finding the Right Spot

There was a sad collection of free items on a table outside 7 1/2 Second Avenue yesterday.  Like Mars Bar, it awaits demolition.  Ever the trivial-minded, I picked up a head-and-shoulders dinosaur as a pathetic kind of keepsake.  It did occur to me to donate it to David, that lover of animal life on 17th Street (I have to go back & see if his parade is still there), but I decided to keep it, and I frittered away a few minutes today trying out places where I could put it.

1. Scaring away raccoons, and more importantly, the loud yuppies & their barking dogs who gather on the ever proliferating decks & balconies overlooking my backyard

2.  Settling in with the painted birds, the little wooden horse, the devil, the angel, the voodoo dolls, & the portrait of Vladimir Putin, on the mantelpiece.  Hey, maybe I could use the voodoo dolls to solve the problem of the loud yuppies & their barking etc. etc. etc. ...

3.  Guarding the cat mummy

4.  Hanging out with Mum!

5.  Hanging out with England's Mum!

7.  Playing war games with the toy soldiers

8.   Enjoying intimate moments with the panther.

I haven't made my mind up yet.