Beyond the college lane and open winding access road lies Kennedy Theatre. And upon the expanse that I have come to know as a wall there are various trophies that bare grim witness to the horrors of humanity. Bleached and polished skulls of beautiful beasts rear from the wall in dessicated horror at the indignity of their new existence, crying for the abuse administered to obtain them. Five such horrors exist. 2 caribou, one deer, and two unidentified sets (we spend wasted hours trying to guess what they are, so far nothing of use has come of it) that I believe are of African origin. The greater of the two extends nearly four feet into the open air, with 3.26 in base at each horn that gently spirals into a sharp gleaming tip. The other set, by far my favorite, is shorter and thicker, with an extension that winds around the horn as the staircase winds around a fake castle.
In each case, the horns are attached to a piece of the original skull, and mounted upon the wall. Where they came from, who gave them and what they mean to the owner, I may never know. Yet, I spend my time gazing at them and enjoying the thought of making something so that I could wear them.
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