Jungle Smile

When I was a child I had a dream that is still powerful to recall today. In the dream my family was on a trip in the jungle. We drove right into the greenery with our big brown Ford station wagon. A deer licked my younger brother's face through the open way-back window. My sister got out and approached a small brick building looking for a job. I looked around and spotted a rubber smile with red lips and teeth sitting on top of a plant. Our tour guide told us someone had been given a face lift and that must have been the scraps.