There seems to be an interest in my Previous Life. Maybe you'd like to know how it feels to sit in corporate meetings, totally bored out of your mind, listening to the Big Boys tell you how it is and how it will be and when all is said and done, you know nothing will change. Well, here's your answer.
The eyes are stones, the mouth has a plastic fish in it and it isn't glazed, it's spray painted. It's in the front yard up by the sidewalk and Susan is quite sure no one will steal it.