"1949." I said, "Are you anywhere close to that?"
"Why yes! 1948 was the Year Of The Rat. You want the bronze next over. 1949 was the Year Of The Ox."
"Truth be told, I'm not bronze. I'm a real rat --just standing in until the rest of the installation arrives."
"But either I'm only a couple inches tall or you're huge."
"Nine feet tall, really. Remember we're only a block from the river. I jumped off a barge full of rotten apples emitting radioactive rays. My physical constitution was ratified. They got any sausages in the cafeteria?"
"I thought rats liked cheese."
"Dear human, as Harold Bell Wright said, 'Life does not come all in one piece like cheese; it more resembles linked sausages, a series of events on a string'."
"I'll go see what I can find."
"Well, I can personally recommend their hamburgers."
"Ok, just don't mention it to the ox."