The Sisterhood of the Traveling Poo continues, and as suspected, Sister Helen did, indeed get some good mileage from the little brown drifter. She began her journey by strategically placing the fake feces on her husband, Zen's piano keyboard. Yes, of course hilarity ensued when Zen discovered the little brown dummy-dung on his ivories. Following is Sister Helen's own account of another of her adventures with Ms. Poo:

I took it to the Botanical Gardens when I volunteered today. Zen's good buddy is the garden manager and is a total "anti dogs in the gardens nazi". He posted and made by hand several signs saying "no dogs". So when I got there, I enlisted the help of the office lady and we put it on the bench. She said to him, "Jay, you won't believe it, look on the bench out front." I was watching from a distance, but saw his extreme body language of disgust..then he got closer and said, "hey this isn't shit, it's some sort of brownie". We cracked up and he was a great sport, posed with it in his hand...like the "Look what I almost stepped in.." deal.
  left: that pesky repro-poo on a bench at the Botanical Gardens; right: Jay proudly displays the captured counterfeit crap


Below are Sister Helen's pics of Ms. Poo in some artsy still life setups.

 
left: cookbook & cheese slicer & pretend poo;  right: plasticine poo on the rocks at the Botanical Gardens

Stay tuned for more adventures with the traveling poo.