I worked outside on an upturned water trough and
carved the wooden horse bought later by the Museum of Modern Art, a cow, a giraffe, a camel, two elephants, another cat, several circus figures, a man with a hollow chest, and an ebony lady bending over dangerously, whom I daringly called Liquorice.
Not to point out the obvious, (which, of course, I'm clearly going to do), but for someone who named himself after a Swedish
carved wooden horse, calling anyone else out on their name is... silly.