Lullabye... and goodnight...
Awww. twilightteaparty found such a touching scene. The deerhead is singing the tiger to sleep. Good night, tiger!
Monday, February 9, 2009
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15 comments:
I guess the deer head ate the baby and is now singing the tiger to sleep.
Or the owners had the baby stuffed too, and it's in another room...
It's not just the head. That clothes hamper is over a hole in the floor where various woodland creatures poke their heads through to make cute faces and/or spread rabies.
At first I couldn't see what was wrong in this pic then my response was why is the dear head in the laundry basket when it should have been why do you have a dear head at all.
I too enjoy having drawers I can't open fully because my tiny tiger-patrolled bed is in the way.
That may have been the best indoor shot of the lot. The rest of the house is a housekeeper's nightmare. All of those doodads and thingamabobs on the walls, shelves, floor, stairs... One thing for sure, I wouldn't want ot be the one who has to pack all of this up to move out!
That might actually be the most paneling I've ever seen anywhere. The paneled palace may be purchased sans deer head, for the animal rights activists amongst us. However, the Druids are screwed.
This makes me kind of sad. The tiger is trying to cuddle with that lion, but the lion doesn't exist. It's merely an image on a pillow.
Tiger: I love you, Mr. Lion!
Lion: ...
Tiger: Do you love me too?
Lion: ...
Tiger: ... Lion?
It's actually signaling a mafia hit, Massachusetts-style.
Photo #19 down the stairs gives me vertigo....
...I'm gonna go do it AGAIN!
Who in the world would keep a banjo and a guitar on stands in their bedroom?
I'm with Sue T. that place is a clutter nightmare!
The banjo and guitar share the bedroom with the piano, silly!
The cat is the only occupant wise enough to find quite possibly the only spot in that entire nightmare of a house WITHOUT CHACHKIES! Can you blame him or the dead deer? Even the horsies are trying to gallop away up the staircase! This place reminds me of the dreaded dolls. Oy.
It reminds me of one of my favorite comic strips of all time, Deer Head and Hobbes.
Are the washer and dryer actually in different rooms there? That would drive me crazy.
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