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Shelter

Shelter Paula W. Peterson The pet shop was overly warm and humid and smelled, not unpleasantly, of fur, rabbit pellets, damp newspaper-lined cages, and wood shavings. It was as dimly lit as a cave. Display windows up front were filled with iguanas and ferrets and an African grey parrot perched high up on a wooden beam. A huge, panting yellow Lab lumbered through the store, switching his tail listlessly and bumping his haunches against the occasional customer. Although the pet shop was located on a busy suburban intersection that was always being thrust into further chaos by infinite rounds of construction work, inside it was strangely tranquil, orderly, and rational in character, for a place full of animals. Jack wouldn't have it any other way and everybody else who worked there understood this, and understood the consequences if things got out of control. Customers who did not yet know Jack sensed, without being able to put a name to it, the presence of a governing spirit and were at once grateful and relieved. On this morning in July there were few humans in the store. It was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the aquariums and the whir http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

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Abstract

Paula W. Peterson The pet shop was overly warm and humid and smelled, not unpleasantly, of fur, rabbit pellets, damp newspaper-lined cages, and wood shavings. It was as dimly lit as a cave. Display windows up front were filled with iguanas and ferrets and an African grey parrot perched high up on a wooden beam. A huge, panting yellow Lab lumbered through the store, switching his tail listlessly and bumping his haunches against the occasional customer. Although the pet shop was located on a busy suburban intersection that was always being thrust into further chaos by infinite rounds of construction work, inside it was strangely tranquil, orderly, and rational in character, for a place full of animals. Jack wouldn't have it any other way and everybody else who worked there understood this, and understood the consequences if things got out of control. Customers who did not yet know Jack sensed, without being able to put a name to it, the presence of a governing spirit and were at once grateful and relieved. On this morning in July there were few humans in the store. It was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the aquariums and the whir

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Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: May 11, 2008

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