A Bizarre Moment

          There is a stuffed gnu in my closet.  It wants to sell me some cherry cola bubble gum.  I can tell by the look in its glass eyes.  Reluctant to purchase something so spur of the moment, yet not wanting to let the wind out of this gnu's bubble, I bow my head in thought and cast my attention on a tuft of grass just to the side of the gnu's leg.  It is unmanicured and sways gently in the breeze...  Breeze?  A bit startled, I look up past the gnu's enormous head.  "for crying out loud!"  I bawl as I come to the realization that there is an African steppe in my closet.  In the light of this new situation which dwarfs the problem of whether or not to purchase cherry cola bubble gum, I tell the gnu, "no thanks," as I move it to the side and step into my closet.  Yep, it's definitely an African steppe.  Everything bio- and geographical points to that conclusion.  However, that still does not explain what it is doing in my closet of even what my closet is doing around it.  Its presence seems to have expanded my closet's storage capacity by at least ten cubic miles, an advantage I'm sure every home owner would look forward to.  One disadvantage to this, however, is that I can see my clothes hanging on the hanger rod about two miles in the distance.  At least I know they're safe from predators since I just installed fresh mothballs and cedar chips.  Getting back to my original task which was to find a dress shirt to match my pants, I exit my closet.  Back in my room, I strip and don my white bathrobe and huarache sandals.  As I reenter my closet, the glaring sun reminds me of how wise it would be to also put on some sort of head gear.  The hat rack just inside the closet door offers a fair selection.  Placing the wide brim straw on my head as I close my closet door to keep out the sand, I begin my two mile trek.