In second grade, my neighbor’s dog ate a Barbie dress that we’d carelessly left out in the basement. No one knew what happened to it until days later when the dress was discovered –WHOLE! But perhaps a little worse for wear– in one of her turds in the yard. For years, whenever I thought about this incident (often!), I always pictured the turd coming out wearing the dress.
As I got older, I realized that the likelihood of this happening was slim at best. I had grown up.