#longbone

[retroscifiart]

Art by Vic Longbon for the front cover of The Cosmic Conspiracy by Stan Deyo (1978)

[n1ghthr1ver]

🍂An actual studyblr-like post?!🍂

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With semi-vague descriptors on the assignments

🍂Monday:

I had BioAnth class in the morning and then Anthropology club in the afternoon. I spent the few hours in between getting a few readings done for film and Bioanth. Club day is Wednesday, so we will have a booth(which im not going to-not hating just busy) and then (Redacted City)'s Archaeology day is on Saturday which we have also have a booth at!! I AM going to that and it's gonna be sick.

🍂Tuesday:

-Bioanth class

spontaneous coffee on campus with someone from anth club

-Met with my Prof/Advisor about lab I missed the week before. She showed me the bones we are looking at in class, focusing on the clavicle, skull, spine, and longbones. They were all real, except the spine is a cast.

🍂Wednesday:

Did 5 Bioanthropology class Readings

-1 on general human anatomy

-1 on Osteology

-1 on Descent Modification, Coevolution, evolutionary topics, etc.

-1 on Phylogenetic Systematics

-1 to prep for a lab we did Thursday

(For reference, this is about a weeks worth of readings so..should I have been behind on readings? No, but I did them and now I'm caught up 💪)

🍂 Thursday:

-Had Bioanth lab in class

Went to the library to study

-Finished readings for the week for Film class(had 2 left, I think?)

-Did 4 discussion posts for foreign film class(we do 6 a week 😅 It's a no test/quiz class. Our grades are based only on discussions on the film)

- 1 response for Foreign Film class

- 2 Discussion posts for Bioanth class

-1 quiz for Bioanth

-Had therapy ✌️

🍂Today's Friday and I did nothing. It's been nice. I'll be tabling at Archaeology Day tomorrow at the museum and then have some film classwork due and a math test to prep for. Because as shown, no math has been done since last Sunday.

Thanks for reading! 📚🌿🍂🕯

[gruusha]

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---------------- 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

"have you ever broken your finger?" the question's asked as the mug lifts to the gym leader's lips, steam allowed to rise into their face as they reflect. "even on a non-dominant hand... it's amazing just how much we use them, and how much our dexterity can suffer from that type of injury." eyes close as the ceramic's tilted, tea sipped quietly before the mug's lowered.

"i broke both my ring and little finger at the same time, years ago." they wince to remember every detail about it. shame's swallowed flawlessly with the hot liquid as they recall their desperation to be free from the pain their leg caused them, even for just a moment...

it had been deliberate.

they'd slammed their cast-iron skillet against the countertop, where their aforementioned fingers rested in a pose anyone would mistake for relaxed had they not been able to see grusha's face in that instant. his agonized response had been enough to draw cetoddle from his pokeball in the other room, the rotund little whale bolting to his side.

... that was the first time cetoddle had ever broken free of his pokeball, shattering the object.

ultimately it was a good thing, too -- the pain of freshly-broken bones equivalent to a strike in his diaphragm, shifted weight causing grusha to slide from his wheelchair to the ground. getting back into it would've been a hassle without cetoddle's presence.

"both proximal phalange bones..." grusha holds his left hand up, right's index finger pointing to the portion of his fingers between the lowest & middle knuckles, "both shafts..." point resumes, this time to the first longbone of each finger. "... and a little more."

they realize that tension's accumulated in their posture: stiff shoulders, clenched abdominal muscles...

"i'm just glad it wasn't my thumb and index finger, you know?" the small chuckle which leaves him is empty, and heterochrome gaze remains fixated upon the table before tea's lifted to his mouth once more, "i really wouldn't have been able to do anything, in that case..."

[authorbertslechner]

The third novelette in my cosmic horror series The Roots Grow into the Earth is now available on Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited! This is the last of the three books that I originally published on Wattpad. Next up for the series is a book I've been super excited to write, a full story based off the Longbones flash fic I wrote for a competition!

About Joanne's Vault

A late night visit by occult practitioners is nothing new for Joanne Davies. Concealed within the basement of her tattoo parlor, after all, lies a vault containing scores of magical artifacts: powerful weapons, mystical trinkets, and all manner of strange things that are better off locked away.

But tonight? Tonight some new malignant terror waits outside Joanne's door: a deathly object with innocents in tow; a dread entity that will force her to face her own internal monster, long bound within the tattoos on her arms. Will she still be herself by the time dawn breaks? Or will the terror at her doorstep spell doom for her and those close to her?

Check out the book here, or if you'd like to see the whole series you can look here!

[flynnmoore]

Stewart's dreams in the tags but I have this one dream that will literally scene cut in the middle of another dream with no transition, and then go right back into the original dream

and I'm in the basement of my parents place, showing my roommate Toby down my dad's little work room. but it's very old and dilapidated, dark and run down with cobwebs everywhere and the stuff all falling apart. it's such a long hallway, longer than in reality, since it's just one relatively long room like an aisle in a store, but in the dream it just keeps on going and going and going, no matter how far we walk. at the end of the room, there's a table with some boxes and metal bars and tools on it, but at the back of the table, obscured by the boxes, is a skull and a longbone of some sort, not sure which. when I reach it, Toby always notices and asks me about it.

in the dream, it's pretty clear that it's my father's bones, and somehow it's involved in a murder. I didn't kill him, but I'm also somehow involved. and the first time, I told Toby "It doesn't matter, don't ask about it," but every single time since that I've had this dream, I seem to get more and more worked up about it, reminding them that I said not to ask about the longbone and it's none of their concern.

then there's a solid thirty seconds of Toby standing at the table, in almost complete darkness as they look at me, while I'm standing between them and the exit, the lights behind me seemingly unable to illuminate past me. they just stare at me, and neither of us say a thing

and then the dream I was previously having cuts back in and it's like nothing happens

everyone has dreams about being lost at school, late to work, cant find bathroom etc but whats yalls most common Uncommon stress dream. ill always have dreams about having various problems with my fish tank

[askdaematale]

Fun fact. Very few monsters naturally have blood. Such as skeleton. I believe it's when their longbones get injured.

I mean, most people know that already. Also, were you trying to make a pun?

[cristian-archer-and-pyre]

*Kayla The Skeleton walks towards your blue boned wall*

Kayla The Skeleton: Cristian, Pyre? You guys here? *She said as she is shivering because it's cold outside*

Kayla The Skeleton: I need inside... I'm so cold... I need warmth... I'm f-freezing!!! *She said as she starts shaking her bones*

*that wall's down already*

Thats...not good. Pyre's out right now. I could try building a fire or wait fer him to return.....either way, you'll need to bear it a bit longer...we do got blankets though.

[Aren't skeletons temperature resistant or is there an in character reason? I understand bleeding when the longbones are cut because thats where bloodcells get produced but...]

[randomscropio]

You can Stay with Us (Me and My Parents)

This was requested by @mayodayo, and the request was about two OCs or theirs (at least I think they're theirs) named Holly and Fusha. This is a one-shot

Warnings: Falling, high expectations, yelling, panic attack, disowning, losing a game, blood, injury, fainting, hemophobia

Fusha sighed to herself. "Okay, this is the biggest game of the year, but you can do this, Fusha!" She said to herself.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see her mother, Boshca. "You better win this, because, you are the best. Don't disappoint me!" Boshca said and walked over to the bleachers.

...

They were only two minutes into the game, and Fusha's team, which was called The Griffin Wings, was close to winning. Of course, it was going to be a quick game! They had Holly and Fusha on the team. But when Fusha looked behind her, she saw a vine hit Holly's arm, and there was a horrible crack. Then there was a thick, red liquid on her arm. There was one problem, Holly had hemophobia (aka the fear of blood) and fainted at the sight of it. Which is exactly what happened. She lost her grip on her palismen and fell. Fusha flew as fast as she could to catch Holly. She opened her arms, and Holly fell right onto them. Wow, she was lighter than she looked. Probably a grim-witch (hybrid between a witch and grimwalker) thing.

Fusha flew down to Holly's parents, Willow and Hunter. Willow carried her daughter to the healing track classroom, and Hunter thanked Fusha for making sure that his daughter didn't die.

Holly's parents were grateful. Bosca, however, was angry furious.

...

Holly slowly opened her eyes and felt a stinging pain in her left arm.

"Oh, sorry, it's gonna sting a bit." A voice said. It was the healing track teacher, Mx. Longbone. They smiled at Holly, who smiled back and looked at her arm.

"What happened?"

"Well, a vine hit your arm with enough force to break your arm and made you bleed, which isn't good for your hemophobia, and then you fainted and fell. But Fusha caught you. Okay, take this pain potion. It'll make your arm a little numb, and try not to use your arm. I did as many spells as I could to fix it. But there is still some healing that has to be done on your own. You may leave now."

Holly nodded and left. She heard yelling and walked towards the sound. She saw Fusha being yelled at by her mom.

"I can't believe you saved that half-a-witch! What is wrong with you!? Are you now going to fall in love with her?! I can't believe you! I raised you to be the best, and this is how you repay me?! Titan! You are the worst daughter anyone could ask for! If you don't toughen up, I'll make you leave the team! Do you understand?!"

"Yes, mom."

"Good. Now be meaner, or you know what will happen."

"Okay, mom." Fusha walked to the door, and Holly got out of the way. Fusha walked into the locker room, and Holly followed.

Holy crouched down and put a hand on Fusha's shoulder. She tensed then, seeing Holly, relaxed. Holly sat down, "so, do you wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Fusha raised an eyebrow.

"I may have heard your mom yelling at you."

Fusha sighed. "You know how I'm mean to everyone? Well, my mom forces me to do that, and if I don't do as she says, she takes away the things I love. When I was eight years old, she took away grudgbe (I probably didn't spell that right) because I didn't win a game."

"Wow, she is... harsh."

"She can be."

"If you need anything, let me know!"

Fusha smiled and stood up.

...

Fusha was the last of her teammates in the game and needed to get just one more flag.

She flew as fast as she could but somehow wasn't fast enough.

The opposing team's member grabbed Fusha's flag and put it on their flag tree (I don't know what it is actually called).

Fusha landed and felt the world around her spin.

"No, no, no, no, no! This, this can't be happening! I couldn't have lost!" Her breaths became shallow and rapid. Tears pricked at her eyes.

"Fusha! Look at me!" Hunter snapped his fingers to get Fusha's attention. "It's going to be okay!"

"No! No, it isn't!"

"Fusha! Look at me. Breathe." He counted the seconds on his fingers and breathed in, and then breathed out.

"Come on do it with me." Fusha followed his breathing and after a couple of breaths, she felt calmer.

"Fusha!" She tensed up, hearing her mother's voice. "What was that?! You lost?! I can't believe this! You know what? I can't deal with you anymore! I am disowning you!"

"No! Mom, please don't I can't go anywhere else!"

"Do you really think I care?"

"...No," Fusha replied.

"Good." And with that, Boshca left.

"What am I going to do now?"

"You can stay with us!" Holly said.

"Okay, I guess I will."

Edit: I just noticed I typed "homophobia" in the warnings. It was supposed to be "hemophobia", don't worry I fixed it!

[sherdnerd]

I hate that "oh when they find your bones they'll call you a man" or whatever because it shows that person doesn't know any archaeologists. It assumes that

A) We don't check for trans people

B) Examining the bones is the most effective way to determine the gender of the remains

Neither are true. We're way more likely to determine your gender based on context. Were you buried with any items? Maybe the gravestone survived? Either way we look for expressions of gender first because sexing your bones is difficult and kinda sketchy.

The pelvis is the only bone that we can use to absolutely say the birth sex of an individual. And pretty often its one of the first to decompose. Maybe a look at your longbones and skull could give us hints, but its hard to say anything definitive without a pelvis.

I suppose the DNA guys might be able to do something, but to archaeologists, it's your social gender that were much more likely to go by. If your buried with overwhelmingly masculine associated objects but the lab tests say female, chances are there's going to be a whole bunch of papers about how you've probably trans and that's awesome.

[sa-locyn]

HARRY FUCKER E A PEDRA DE CRACK - CAP3

Atenção!!

Isso é uma paródia ruim, com palavrões, piadas adultas e/ou de mal gosto. Apesar das piadas, não há a intenção de ofender/atacar a obra original ou aos seus leitores. História feita de fã para fã. Dito isso tá aí o Cap.

Capítulo 3: Sorteio das Casa

De volta ao "castelo" de RogAwards, ao descer do uber, Harry e Ronald têm que segurar Neville que está louco pra "sair no soco" com Hermione...

- Hey dude... Chills! Diz Harry tentando acalmar o colega.

- Chills é o krl bro! Ela socou a minha "roula" e zoou minha família! Responde Neville.

- Tá cara, mas se você bater nela, ce vai ser expulso do curso. Né não Ronald? Disse Harry.

- Ah... Sim. A única forma de violência física contra mulheres tolerável é a "bilada". Responde Ronald.

- Tá certo. Eu não vou "deitar ela na porrada". Será que dá pra vocês me soltarem?

Mas assim que seus amigos o soltam, Neville vai correndo em direção à Hermione dizendo "- Agora eu "te quebro no soco" sua piranha!", porém, antes mesmo de acertá-la, Hermione manda um feitiço "muito do brabo" lançando Neville pra longe...

- Pft... Amadores. Diz Hermione.

No dormitório:

- Não acredito que ela quebrou o meu braço. Diz Neville.

- Eu também não acredito que ela quebrou o seu braço... Porque ela quebrou os seus 2 braços! Disse Ronald enquanto soca a cara do Harry.

- "Qual foi" cara... Ela ter quebrado os seus braços não é tão ruim assim. Pelo menos não vai ter que fazer lição.

- Harry, você acha que eu vim nesse curso, longe dos meus pais, namorada e amigos pra não fazer lição? Pergunta Neville.

- É... Tem razão. Você tem namorada?

- Não. Mas mesmo assim, eu não vim aqui pra não fazer nada. E com os braços desse jeito eu não posso nem "da umazinha". Diz Neville.

- Não se preocupe com isso. Harry e eu podemos te ajudar.

- Ei... Me tira "dessas idéia" aí Ronald... Tá achando que eu sou gay? Pergunta Harry.

- Não... Na verdade eu acho que ce é bi. Responde Ronald.

- É, acertou.

- E quem disse que eu vou deixar vocês pegarem no meu "roliço"? Pelo visto eu sou o menos gay aqui. Diz Neville.

Então o mendigo invade o dormitório...

- Crianças!! Venham comigo. Tá na hora de ver em que casa "ces tão". Diz o mendigo, todo agitado.

- Por que você está agitado assim? Parece até que vai comer alguém hoje, e se esse for o caso, eu não vou... A menos que meus amigos pessam... Aí eu vou de boa. Diz Ronald

- Que? Do que você está falando seu "arrombadinho". Eu tô feliz assim porque quando vamos escolher as casas dos alunos...

- Vocês abusam deles? Pergunta Ronald.

- Não. A gente aposta. E eu estou ganhando. O mendigo responde.

- Ahh. É tipo o "jogo do bicho"? Pergunta "Em Cimas", um outro amigo de Harry.

- Exatamente! Responde o mendigo. - Em fim... Bora.

No caminho eles se deparam com "Dracula Malfói", filho do dono da "Starbucks"...

- Ora ora ora, o que temos aqui? Em Cimas, o otário; Neville LongBoner, o esqusitão; Ronald McDonald, o favelado; e Harry Fucker, o excluído do rolê. Pra onde os patetas estão indo? Pergunta Dracula Malfói.

- A gente tá indo comer o cu dos curiosos. Responde Ronald.

- N-não dirija suas palavras de baixo calão à mim. Você sabe que eu tenho dinheiro o suficiente pra comprar você como meu... escravo sexual. Diz Dracula todo tímido.

- E você sabe que se me comprar como escravo sexual eu faço qualquer coisa e até engulo se duvidar.

- Ronald, que merda "ce tá falano"? Pergunta Harry.

- Ele que começou. Se você é tão rico assim, então o que está fazendo no mesmo curso q a gente? Pergunta Ronald.

- Eu com certeza não estou seguindo vocês por que eu não tenho amigos e tenho crush em você... Q-quer dizer, eu vim porque meu pai quer que eu vire dono de biqueira, e onde eu ganharia exp pra isso melhor além de ficar no meio dos favelados?

- Vai chupar uma rola seu rico viadinho. Responde Em Cimas. - Vamo bora galera. Deixa esse "suga pica" falando sozinho.

No salão principal (aka refeitório)...

- Boa noite meus queridos alunos. Hoje eu não estava afim de vir, mas fazer o que né... Em fim, eu sou "Gandalf"; o diretor do curso. Eu quero dizer que as coisas aqui no curso funcionam de modo que se vocês não se esforçarem e fizerem as lições, "you shall not pass". Agora a gente vai escolher as casas de vocês para que possam competir entre si e gerar ódio um pelo outro. Já que a gente está sem o boné falante esse ano, o sorteio vai ser diferente.

Gandalf pega um controle e muda as cores dos "led" que estão nas mesas.

- Quem estiver na mesa azul vai ser da casa "CorviAnal". Quem estiver na mesa vermelha vai ser da casa "GrifPiroka". Quem estiver na mesa amarelo vai ser da casa "LufaChupa". Quem estiver na mesa verde vai ser da casa "SonsVagina". Quem não estiver em nenhuma mesa, ou estiver atrasado vai ser nulo. Os nulos podem entrar nos quartos de qualquer casa, e os outros podem espancá-los a vontade se eles estiverem transando no meio do mato. Agora é só vocês ir pros quartos das suas respectivas casas e usar os uniformes personalizados. "Flw".

Todo mundo começa a "trocar idéia" com os outros integrantes de suas casas.

- Aí Harry, a gente ficou na mesma casa. Diz Ronald.

- Pois é né. Endaga Harry. - Neville e Em Cimas também estão na nossa casa.

Então Neville levanta e vai até Hermione...

- Ei, você! Olha só o que você fez com os meus braços sua puta! Neville disse para Hermione.

- Não me chama de puta seu arrombado. Diz Hermione pegando sua varinha... - "Braçus Reparus".

- Caralho! Ce curou "meus braço"! Vlw gata. Diz Neville com brilho nos olhos.

- Uh... E-e-eu só fiz isso p-porque estamos na mesma casa, então temos que ajudar uns aos outros s-seu imbecil.

- Bom tanto faz, "cola lá com nóis" depois. Harry, Ronald, Em Cimas! Se liga, meu braço voltou ao normal! Grita Neville acenando pros amigos.

- Mas o que caralhos está acontecendo? Ele está mesmo acenando pra gente com o braço quebrado? Pergunta Harry.

- Que bizarro. Vamos voltar e deixar ele pra trás? Sugere Ronald.

No quarto masculino dos CorviAnal...

-Cara... Como eu queria que esse capítulo acabasse pra gente não ter que discutir os nomes das casas. Diz Harry.

Fim Cap 3

A casa dos personagens principais é CorviAnal

[nadacwriter]

You ever watch a body burn?

The first thing that goes is the hair, if there is any. The eyes often go next. THen it’s the extremities; nose, ears, fingers, etc. Cremation’s a hard process. Takes hours. Naturally, the body burns fairly evenly.

But the body fights. The muscles rapidly dehydrate, and curl into a tense, tight coil. The hands may ball into fists. The arms and legs may curl toward the torso, as the body blackens and chars and burns away.

Then, the bones...funnily enough, they don’t always burn like the flesh. Sure, the heat gets most of ‘em. But then, some bones are harder than others. The machine is powered down, and the ashes and unbroken bones are placed in a container. They make absolutely sure to grab the toetag. It’s still someone’s remains, after all.

The ashes are put into a machine. THe machine pulverizes any longbones or pieces that didn’t burn down enough. Then, the remains are placed in a bag, then the bag in an urn, then the urn into the hands of whoever is next of kin. To be sprinkled or kept.

When you see it happen enough times, to enough bodies, you start to notice a pattern.

And you start to gain a respect for fire most others don’t have. You’ve seen the fire. You’ve seen the end. So many times that your biggest concerns are what you’re doing for lunch, or who’s going out where this weekend.

You don’t always fear the dead. But you always fear that fire.

What if that’s where you end up? What if you’re been training the machine to do this to you?

It will.

Some day.

[enthusispastic]

Okay, I know these are my own tags but I couldn't let this rest. Behold!

(picture from Mike Taylor's blog)

On the left is a normal regular humerus from a normal regular animal. A longbone like any other. Totally normal. On the right is what moles are packing. That's their ARM BONE. WHAT THE FUCK.

A Curated List Of My Favorite Skeletons (and Skulls!)

We shall start, of course, with the obvious: Stringray!

Followed neatly by pufferfish!

gila monster skull (shh they are sleeping)

moving on to flamingos bc they have so little to work with but they stretch it so far

veiled chameleon skull (plus art by Elena Barbieri so you comprehend the importance of the sclerotic ring bone!) (bc some eyes have bones! some eyes have bones and that is so so valid)

love us a good old-fashioned mole

the tucan, always a fun classic

in conclusion, a few dainty gibbon skeletons to calm you soul, bc why the heck not <3

(yes the last one is a real vintage postcard sold in real Natural History Museum gift shops, before for some reason they reconsidered this marketing decision)

[authorbertslechner]

You may remember my book Joanne's Vault from Wattpad.

Well now it's coming to Kindle and Kindle Unlimited with a fresh coat of edits and extra chunky descriptions of dread and doom (see above)!

Joanne's Vault will be available on February 1st so stay tuned! After that my next project is a full story based off the flash fiction I wrote about the entity Longbones, and I'm super excited to flesh out this creature further (keep your eyes out for the original flash fiction dropping on tumblr too)!

[nicked-hatchet]

Did I make a new charr just to access this glitch?

yes. yes i did

[critterfitz]

Longbone Lamasco

[sea-salted-wolverine]

So after some thought, making a butcherible caribou is not actually as difficult as one would imagine.

Step 1, the skinning, is as easy as making a jacket with the zipper up the belly. It could come all the way off, separated at the neck and hocks.

Step 2 is the guts, again as easy as making each individual organ and securing them somehow. I'm thinking denim snaps over magnets or Velcro, Because that would secure the organs in their individual positions better as well as mimicking the difficulty of getting the organs out. I would probably leave a pocket for the diaphragm, rather than having a full sealed compartment with another zipper. Holding the heart and lungs in place with denim snaps in the diaphragm would also help explain shot placement on an animal that is quartering away or towards you. I will probably simplify internal organs down to just the heart, the liver, the lungs and then make the guts, stomach, kidneys and everything else all one removable peice.

Step 3 is where I need some dedicated problem solving and thats the bones. With a fish I can get away with not having any bones at all because a fish is a fish. On a caribou specifically if I'm doing organs I will need a spine, ribs, and shoulder blades. Not sure what material I would use, probably wood for ease of manufacture and sourcing. I did consider using plastic from food containers for the gill plate on the salmon, but discarded that idea on account of child-friendly-ness. A caribou will need less of that, Though usually plushys do not have bones. I can get away with not having any longbones because

Step 4, the quarters, can also be detachable with denim snaps positioned at the head of the femur and the socket of the pelvis. I probably wouldn't make a pelvis proper and rather just form the body to the shape of the hind quarter. The forequarters would have a shoulder blade, but could attach to the plush of the body rather than another hard surface. The quarters won't need long bones but I would like to add hooves.

Finally step 5. The head. At the place where the jacket of the hide comes off at the neck I would add another denim snap, a big beefy one at the spine so the entire head could come off. If I'm making bones out of wood I may as well make the antlers too, probably plated together to reduce floppiness. I dont need to do an entire skull but depending on the scope of the antlers there will need to be some internal rigid structure.

So now there is the scale to consider. With the fish I did make it about half size, because it was going to a toddler with little hands. A caribou or moose will need to be at least half if not quarter size because I am not building a full-sized deer. My initial idea is to base the size off of what will fit in a child's backpack, because a full size caribou is two very heavy packloads for an adult and a moose is more, so a toy caribou should fill a child's backpack at least twice. The rib cage of a life-size caribou is small enough to be carried and tied to a backpack but is too large to go inside, so a rough translation of that to a child's backpack would be, maybe, 24 inches long?

Now I do run into the same issue I ran into with the fish which is trading off accuracy for child friendliness. At this level of investment it is more than likely that the caribou is less of a toy and more of some wild looking hands-on art piece/educational tool. The real question is at what point does this stop being a stuffed animal and start being taxidermy?

I gave my niece her plushy. She figured it out immediately and was promptly distracted by balloons and cake and the other toddler in attendance who was mildly entertained by the fish and then ran off to go rampage through a flowerbed. Everyone else on the other hand was enraptured for the rest of the day by a filetable salmon plushie complete with guts.

It's fun to see how peoples minds work because everyone unanimously and independently came to the conclusion that the obvious next step is a filetable halibut. But what was funny was that across the board I got the somewhat joking recommendation/ request for a caribou that could likewise be processed.

Friends. I think it should be obvious by now that I am more than willing to transgress the boundaries of absurdity when it comes to plushies. I'm already brainstorming.