February 08, 2018
A cow stands inside, angled diagonally to fit. It doesn’t look uncomfortable, merely impatient.
I reflexively move forward, and then stop, trying not to gape.
“It is for the housewarming ceremony on the third floor,” explains the woman who stands behind the cow, holding it loosely with a rope. She has the sheepish look of a person caught in a strange situation who is trying to act as normal as possible.