As many of you will recall, we share a building with the Natural History Museum, which means there is a plethora of stuffed animals around the place. I was downstairs, standing next to a musk ox, waiting to give a fax to one of museum people.
ghost_light: Um...why is the ox braided?
Liz (walking over to discover a small braid on the hindquarters of the ox): Oh that's just not nice! (harumphing, undoing the braid) Nobody wants to have their butt braided!