Get To CarvingGloria was driving us to the rink, and we passed a wooden bird coming out of a stump.
"It seems that carving wood and putting it in your front yard is a thing up here," I said.
"It certainly is," Gloria said.
"I see a lot of wooden nature, but not much else. What about a bus bearing down on a vulnerable pedestrian, his hands raised in terror?"
I'd stop the car to check that out. No question.