I BOUGHT THE BEST/WORST THING IN BRANSON...

...and here is it. It cost one dollar. Though she was silent, I could tell that the cashier was desperately trying to understand why this hollow, eerily human-faced canine was the only thing in her vast flea market to catch my eye. I watched with a grin as she took time to carefully wrap the little atrocity in protective newspaper before placing it in a disproportionately large bag. I will love/hate it always.