This reminds me of my maternal grandmother’s rare skill in making things.

One time she made some chickens that looked so real a woman asked her, “How’d you get those chickens to stand so still?”

The woman wouldn’t believe they weren’t real chickens; she had to go over and touch them to make sure. I don’t recall exactly how my grandmother created them, but it wasn’t real feathers or anything like that — I think it was mostly cut paper and foam and such.

In another world, my gran would’ve been an artist rather than a 1950s housewife.