The room was filled with animal heads. On plaques. The heads of deer, moose, buffalo, and what may have been a jackalope were all arranged in a perfect grid, covering every wall at least 12 feet up. I was there to provide the room service: a steak dinner. I was surprised the man inside didn’t have one he killed himself.
“Oh, you’re here! Please come on in.”
The man inside was rather handsome, brown hair and a well kept beard. He smiled at me and I was reminded of a food mascot I saw somewhere once. I couldn’t place which one it was, though.
“If you don’t mind, you can just leave the food on the bed there.”
The bed was covered in what I imagine was a deerskin. It was at this moment that I realized that I was being watched. The man was looking at me of course, but it took a moment to realize that the stuffed heads were watching me, too. The heads were moving, watching my every step. I stepped up to a moose head and read the plaque.