And the next souvenir ox was presented to the hero by his friend, who was an artist. During his trip to the ocean, he found a tree root washed by the surf and he handled it. This ox had a lot of dimensions. The new owner put the souvenir in the corner of his winter garden to decorate it. The next ox was from malachite. His family's friend brought it from Africa. The size of this souvenir was minor compared with the wooden ox. It looked like bulls from different planets. As the ox-rhizomes was almost natural color, malachite souvenir looked elegant. But the newfound collector did not want to become a green bull. More recently he wanted to and could not get at least one model, and then there was a small herd of oxen in the house. Not too popular with artists and it was not such a rare event. This fact became clear after he had got a painting depicting the bullfight from Spain. The scene depicted on the canvas was so tense that he did not immediately find a place in the house, where he could put a gift. So his wife helped him to place the picture at the hall. After a trip to South America a figure carved out of a solid, like iron wood appeared in the house. Later he bought a very inexpensive antique German porcelain figurine of a little ox with a horn a bit cleaved on eBay. It turned out that at the art world there is a country of oxen of which no one previously suspected. Looking at the assorted oxen that have settled here and there in his house he thought that nobody else in the world could collect such kind of souvenirs. Some of them looked at him straight in the eyes others were thoughtful and immersed in their thoughts. Stone, porcelain, wooden, plastic horns were sticking to the ceiling or were aimed threatening to the owner of the collection. Once with a group of his friends he entered a bar. A huge ox's head hung on a wall. He met ox's look and cold stuffed inside him. He recalled his feelings at the end of the work day, when he wanted to untie the knot of his tie, unbutton the top buttons of his shirt of his routine uniform to get away from those who had come up with a strict office dress code. He wanted to feel strong and free. It seemed that he saw himself in the guise of an ox. Was it too much he reincarnated? Someone of his friends shouted, "Do you want to have the same head? Does it go to your collection? "Contrary to expectation, this idea seemed him eerie. "No! It is better to give to me figurines or painted souvenirs"- he replied. He wondered if there was anywhere in the world such as eccentric as he was? Being the world's only collector of oxen was nice. Perhaps that's why he never wrote about his hobby blogs, and did not raise the topic of superiority of oxen over other pets in the forums on the Internet. He haunted the mind of his uniqueness. And when he found in the Internet an advertisement of selling a collection of souvenir bulls, he didn't want to add it to his own collection, but to find out the name of the person who compiled that collection. It has emerged that this was a farmer from Australia, who feed bulls for meat all over his life. It was unlikely that this farmer could represent himself an ox as our hero did.
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