Walking San Francisco took me down the main commercial street of Chinatown the other day. The purveyors of tourist merchandise undoubtedly know what visitors will buy.
Apparently at least one set of tastes runs to metallic (bronze?) statuary of surpassing ugliness.
Somehow I don't think he's catching anything. Might he live comfortably by a small carp pond?
It's hard to think of any setting this fellow would suit -- perhaps Donald Trump's foyer?
This watchdog might give an intruder pause ...
... while this frog might have encourage jumping out of one's skin.
I find this tortoise's face sort of sweet, but really, we haven't room for a 400 pound turtle.
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