From the pound

The Venus of Henry

She came to us on a crisp winter day with all the Pumps and Circumstances of the United State Postal Service. Riding in a Box of the finest cardboard from her exotic country, adorned with the most exquisite fine silver duct tape and the most refined clear packing tape. Inside in an elegant compartment made of the rarest recycled box of a refurbished blender, resting on a bed of the finest popcorn, she was reclining on pillows of rare air-filled bags, reading the Concrete Book of the Wisdom of the Ages. In the most gracious and elegant way she came out of the box and then sat for a while on the Grand Patio under the watchful eyes of the Great Guard. Squirrels and chipmunks, doves and finches came and marveled at the rare sight. There was a current of great pride in the whole population. Finally we would not have to feel lesser than Paris, it’s Louvre and their Venus of Milo! The Venus of Henry was here! Splendid in her entirety, more complete than the poor mutilated Venus of Milo. Our Venus was indeed complete, limbs, warts and all. Her grandiose chest was displaying the Sacred Hieroglyph that a wise and savant passing beagle deciphered to the crowd. All marveled at the bold value of the message: “I Love Chou!” Truly King Henry was a Fine Artist and his muse Julie an Amazing Inspiration as well That was one of those days that generation will remember as a glorious day in our Land and it was good. And the people were grateful!