Psych! This is not about sports.
There are a lot of clothes, some twenty-five pairs of pants and the same number of shirts, about, I don't know. Seven boxes tightly packed and more given away without boxes and a lot of things tossed like stacks of underwear. Who recycles that? Bill Clinton, that's who. All this out of a closet that still has most of the clothes in it.
Not many objects to ditch this time around due to the previous culling. The box that says original Chia Pet contains a bull, there are two of those, another without a box.
See the horns? The body is identical to a ram as far as that goes and the head similar too but the horn are fixed forward and curved to a point without any curving growth lines like rams.
This is important. To me. See the difference? This is the later version. Once these things became popular a new mold was used, one that relied less on individual artistic devices for forming the eyes and the ram face.
The earlier versions are goofy-looking and inconsistent with varying degrees of success. One senses children at work here, from a less developed place without child-labor laws.
They're comically incompetent.
This is how you know it's authentic and early before the molds were developed. They look less like rams than the bulls do but they're definitely rams by the horns. Bulls were not introduced until the rams faded out, a company move I still don't understand. Why break with a great thing? See, rams make sense, wool and all that, but growing chia on bulls does not. None of the rest of the animals introduced later after the rams stopped being produced make as much sense as a ram. A Chia Pet ram is brilliant. A Chia Pet hippopotamus is not. A Chia Pet frog is stupid.
They got tired of making rams. Their molds wore out from use. Some later rams are blurred of detail they're hardly discernible as rams at all. The bulls look much better than this but they're not wanted.
They cannot be added to a flock even though they blend in better than some of the rams do. Maybe they can find a good home. Someone with no taste who cares not for history nor for pedigree or even for making sense. It's a better fate than being smashed to shards as drainage hole covers inside proper clay planters. These bulls just never fit in around here. It's like cattle ranchers constantly intruding on sheepherding territory. But I cannot be cross. It's an easy mistake to make, who knows about such inane concerns and the box does have a picture of a ram, with the word "bull" checked on the top of the box during the period their production overlapped as the only clue of a marketing-packaging switcheroo inside.
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