I make custom fabricated fiberglass fauna, which is just about the dumbest thing I can think of for anybody to buy, but as long as some fool’s willing to give up his hard-earned money for it, I’m willing to make it for him.  You know.  I make big, silly animals made of fiberglass.  They say settin’ ‘em on the roadside brings in business.  If that’s true, then I don’t know what’s dumber.  You know, the big Hereford on a trailer that sits outside them restaurants?  We make those.  We don’t make the trailers.  That’s extra.  Like you’re going to do anything with it without a trailer.  That stupid cow is one of our pre-cast models.  There’s a whole slew of models that everybody seems to want.  Who knows why?  Elephants.  Big, stupid looking gorillas.  Cowboy hats.  Boots.  I know them last two’s not technically fauna, but we make a whole lot of them boots.  Somebody has to.  Really, I don’t make any of ‘em.  I have before, but anymore I just give a picture of whatever you want made to my cousin’s oldest boy, Elmo.  Swear to all that’s holy, she really did name her only child Elmo.  That poor child’s been tickled so much it’s done made him addled.  Boy’s as dumb as a dim light bulb.  He didn’t even graduate from the sixth grade.  But you give him a picture of somethin’ and a vat of fiberglass, and he can whip it up.  Thing is, there’s really no profit in it a’ tall.  Why, I’d make more money checkin’ groceries down at the Whirlly Mart.  But then my cousin’s boy wouldn’t have a job.  So I make custom fabricated fiberglass fauna.  Not that the boy’s ever said thanks, but I guess that’s the thanks I get.