I found this postcard at a thrift store a couple weeks ago. It had never been sent to anyone and I wondered why … okay, just kidding, I knew exactly why; but it’s fun to pretend I don’t. I assume the person who bought the postcard simply changed his or her mind about sending it and did not actually get eaten by a cheetah.
What would one say in a postcard like this?
I happened on this scene earlier today and it made me think of you.
Poor Walt. He would probably be sitting in his Lazy Boy eating Nacho Doritos trying to figure out what Jane was trying to say. Was it the cheetahs that reminded her of him? Or was it the bloodied half-eaten carcass? Perhaps she pictured him as more of the onlooking rodent. Either way, it would have to be unsettling to receive a post card such as this. Heck, it was unsettling to find it in a thrift store bin nestled between Beatrix Potter post cards.
I wonder what made the photographer think that this would make an appropriate postcard. Judging by the look on the middle cheetah’s face, it’s possible that this was the last photograph the guy ever took and it was turned into a postcard as a sort of tribute to him. The world may never know.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some deer meat waiting to be turned into jerky …