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Roland blinked and looked again. Yep, it was still there: A big dead cow, floating in the hotel pool, legs stiffly pointing at the sky. Moving closer to the window, it became apparent there were more animals dead in the pool.
Two freckled kids, tousled hair dripping sparkling jewels of water, were
tussling over a dead, bloated raccoon.
Later in the morning, Roland wandered down to the pool deck, to see what it was all about. The animals were very realistic looking, with fake fur matted with pool water over inflatable forms. It turned out they were locally made, by the Young Arkansas Wives' Quiltin' Club.
The dead armadillo was particularly realistic, complete with tyre marks on its bumpy, grey hide. It looked almost good enough to eat. Everything here at the Appalachian Homestyle Hotel just seemed to make you feel so comfortable.
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This is the reason some were unsure the bakery should have been baking bread anymore. |
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“That bloated, freckled kid with the tousled hair; he died of mad cowlick disease. Try the Jacuzzi with fart-scented bubbles.” |
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