Front yard zebra is on the same road as Biscuit Scaly-wag. The Road to Fishland. Biscuit Scaly-wag merely wheel-chair dummy viewed front on; from behind and with elements across road, wheel-chair dummy becomes Biscuit Scaly-wag. Necessary cap locks. Front yard zebra becomes Paramedic, if the striped fiberglass form is shot from behind. It is also considered trespassing. A matter of perspective.
They (the striped counterparts) happen to be on the same side, the left side of the road. The difference being, front yard zebra is before Fishland turn off, and Biscuit Scaly-wag, just after. Flowers for six dollars fence directly adjacent front yard zebra, on the other side of the road, a couple hundred meters.
At cross roads to Fishland road is Home of Tomatoes and tomato-seller George; reflecting the House of Tomatoes, across the road, now sterile in terms of tomato produce. Further down this road; The Tomato Road (not The road to Fishland road) the baptist church hosts inspirational wordsmith forms for the delight of passer-by’s. Currently boasting quotes from the actual devil.
‘Warm is his love for sinners. Hot is is hatred for sin’
The official starting point to Road to Fishland, was The Spare Room, until the new neighboring oxymoron -Up in Frames- did some damage. The new starting point is Crystal Wave. A point sparking hope among metaphysical enthusiasts, and fish mongers alike. Shiny rocks are best sellers alongside scented candles, and, if viewed the same way as Biscuit Scaly-wag, the point is just chicken.