I was determined this morning to find the remains of the word's largest badger statue, half buried in front of a strip club someone north of tiny Birnamwood. I was just about to give up when this sign appeared out of the flurries, letting me know I was getting close. It was so exciting, like (in the words of Vern Savage) "finding a twenty dollar in old pair of jeans." (Though I suspect one dollar bills would be more handy in this situation.)
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