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The menagerie on my desk is getting out of control. The two cat sculptures I bought have been joined by a random lost plastic sheep and two Playmobil foxes that became leaderless when the Noah figure who came with them was co-opted to become Jesus in Palm Sunday sand tray storytelling. (Hey, he was barefoot and had a beard and could sit on the Playmobil horse.)