My brothers were hiking in the woods near the Kansas City zoo when they came across the decapitated corpse of a giraffe.
I realize that this has little to do with the O.P.'s question, but it’s unlikely I’ll ever get another chance to post the story.
Oh. OH??!! I need to hear more. Is that all of the story?
I wonder how much of that is a function of people not expecting to (and not being mentally prepared to) find an actual dead human body, and so, in the first moment of discovery, their mind rationalizes that it can’t possibly actually be a dead person, and thus, it must be a mannequin.
I saw a styrofoam head by the roadside and a mannequin torso on a trailhead.
I’ve seen those Styrofoam heads a few times. I figure they are lightweight and blow around easily from trash receptacles and truck beds.
This reminded me of the story of Marius, from a few years ago. In short, to keep his zoo colony genetically diverse, he had to be sacrificed, and after public dissection (which this Dutch zoo was well know for doing), he was fed to the lions.
Maybe that’s what they did with animals that were too big to bury?
True.
But I was curious if anyone had actually found a mannequin, and it looks like a lot of you have.
One of my favorite Facebook pages is titled “The Chronicles of Douglas Fur.” Mr. Fur is from a litter of kittens who, along with their mother, were found under these circumstances by the side of a road. The box contained a mother and two kittens, which were picked up by a man who promptly took them to the local shelter. The shelter people said, “She has four lactating breasts. Let’s go back and see if there are more kittens.” Turns out she was in the process of moving those kittens, out a hole she had chewed in the box, and two more were found in a nearby hollow tree stump. All of them were given “tree” names, and Douglas’ Fur-ever family periodically post updates.
My sister does hair, and teaches others, and she has a couple of mannequin heads that she uses to show her classes what a particular technique ends up looking like.
My dog freaks out when he sees she has a head on a pole on our shared kitchen.
Sorry, not really responsive, but I don’t have any other mannequin stories, so no, I’ve never found one in the wild.
No, that fits with the theme of this thread. Probably best not to do this with the dog around.
Indeed. I was surprised he had such an immediate reaction to seeing a “head” on a stick. He startled back and refused to approach the scary head. My other dog didn’t even notice it.
Around fifty years ago, a double murder shocked my small hometown. It was especially gruesome because the victims had been decapitated. When a suspect was arrested, he claimed to have discarded the heads at a different location. A search party was dispatched, which never found the heads. But the local paper claimed that everyone freaked out a little when they encountered a mannequin head near the wooded location.
Not a mannequin, but: a few years later, a friend and I were hiking in the woods when we saw from a distance a motionless body of a man. We ran all the way into town to the police station, where two officers promptly ushered us into a squad car to lead them to it. When we got there, we saw it was a false alarm: the ‘body’ was the town drunk, surrounded by several empty bottles of booze, with a half-finished one between his legs. One of the cops called him by name and splashed a capful of whiskey on his face, causing him to stir. “He’s all right”, the other one declared. “He’s better up here than causing trouble in town”.
While walking through the park one, I spotted a very anatomically correct female sex doll. I immediately called a cop I knew and told him, who said they would take care of it.
Did he mean he’d take care of it, or he’d “take care of it”?
“That’s a shame, someone threw away a perfectly good white boy…”
Dennis
At a time when I had two dogs and two cats, I bought a life-size painted wooden cat with large, expressive eyes and placed it on the floor in my house.
Both dogs barked madly at it, and one cat hissed. The other cat was indifferent.
In the spirit of the season, I had a a dancing singing snowman. It was really obnoxious but the kids loved it. My old dog, at the time, was slightly interested in it when it was on. I was sitting reading one time and it started dancing. I looked up and the dog was sitting watching it. “Hmmm? sez, I” she must of bumped it. Little bit later, it happens again. She’s sitting watching it. So I paid attention for awhile. She had figured out the button on the pedestal the thing was on. Every time she passed by it she tapped the button with her nose and sat and watched. Never should’ve taught that dog to target with her nose. It led to a life of crime.
A friend had a renter who went into a nursing home and told him he could have his stuff. This sits at the dining room table now:
Plus a stuffed coyote, a Ruger 10-22 and a couple of saddles:
Dennis
Hah! That’s my kinda dream finds. You’re friend is lucky.
Were you taken by surprise, by its pair of roguish eyes?