A miscellany like Grandma’s attic in Taunton, MA or Mission Street's Thrift Town in San Francisco or a Council, ID yard sale in cloudy mid April or a celestial roadmap no one folded—you take your pick.
Just what I said, Mar! :)
Cool! Howe come they didn't have cool playgrounds like that when I was a kid?
Exactly, Roy! Thanks.
I can't believe the authors of the two previous comments find something attractive in the idea of being swallowed whole by a large green googly eyed sea monster and travelling through the long windings of its intestines. Not all leviathans spew you up still alive and kicking, if a little paler for the journey, when they're finished with you. I'd wager the playground equipment was donated by a specialist in paediatric post traumatic stress disorder.
Now I think it's a nice caterpillar & its favorite flower & not a leviathan at all! But your point about leviathan is well taken! :)
Such playground features are far more imaginative these days than they were in my youth when a slide was the best you could hope for.
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