Here's the situation: You're the honcho of a museum full of militaria and, since the neighborhood is full of retirees who started their careers in a horse-drawn artillery outfit, one of your displays just happens to be --
-- an officer's horsie togs from the thirties.
With horsie accoutrements, naturally.
Now, out of the blue, a museum visitor says, "You know what you need? A horse. Want one?"
After determining that the visitor is referring to an equine mannequin (reitpferdequin?) and not a genuine oat-burner, you say, "You betcha!"
Two days later, you're the proud owner of a fiberglass horse.
A *red* fiberglass horse. So, you stick your fake rider on your fake horse and it looks like
a dressmaker's dummy sitting on a red plastic horse. Changing your viewing position doesn't change your viewpoint -- it looks like a dressmaker's dummy sitting on a red plastic horse no matter where you're standing...
Okay, it's time to unpack the artsy-stuff and get some trompe l'oiel-ishness goin' here...
To be continued.
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