Chapter Eighteen
The bright inspection light beams down onto the brown shiny eye. A young blond haired man in a lab coat moves it into place with a pair of long silver tweezers. His hands and nails are well manicured. He pushes the eye on for several seconds then selects and glues the next one into the correct position. The hairy moose stares blankly at him. He stares back, then waves at the dead beast.
The sizable work shop is full of a wide variety of stuffed animals. Dogs are posed, cats are sitting or curled up and looking cute. Fish of all types and sizes are presented perfectly on wooden mounting plaques, with brass plates displaying their anatomical names. A large snarling black and tan Wolf, in a fierce attacking pose, stands frozen in time next to an immense industrial oven like
