Ken stands about in the shop looking at this and thats of ears and noses like silly people would wear as jokes. The ruckous of the person entering the changing room turns your head.
The person so inside is making quite the noises of a donkey. He thinks they are getting into the act a little too real. Ken watches the door expecting to see an idiot fool wearing some dumb ears and god knows what to exit and model there joys.
Instead the dressing room door slips open and Ken peers toward it wishing as much to capture the first veiw of this idiot inside. As the door opens there is bright daylight glaring out of the previously dark dressing room.
The dark silohouette of a large man leading a donkey out into the daylight and into a corral is what Ken sees. The room is ablaze in light and all else is just a heap of torn clothing piled on the room's floor.
A lady calls to her husband to come out and show off his true democratic self. Her calls are not answered and she taking in hand a mask of some large piggy sow heads into the now darkened changing room.
Calling is worried voice for her husband she stands for a moment and oggles her pudgy self in the mirror. A quick and nasty look to Ken as he stands in the shop watching her and the fantasy she has under her arm, the woman adorns her head with the mask and slams the door shut.
Wandering about Ken spies a large bin filled with what at first sighting seems to be black, poorly made, baseball bats. He eyes them and reaching into the bin picks one up.
Quickly he notes they are soft black rubber, not wood. The bat is oddly shaped being the flared hand slip is at the business end of the bat. At the base and grip it flares out into two large offset lumps. He waves the thing about like he is at batting practice until a shop employee comes over and suggests he is embarressing others.
A simple suggestion to eye the bat a little closer brings ken to realize its not a baseball bat. In fact it is as many of the things about a part of some animal's antomy. He holds it down to the floor like some kind of gold putter and then it strikes his feeble mind.
"Oh shit!" he exclaims as the realization hits home.
The black bat is not anything to do with human sports. It is a black rubber horse cock and balls! Sent to look like a horse having the most thrilled of an erection even the balls at one end look extra real.
Bat cock and balls in hand he holds on to the thing and looking to the dressing room plans to see just how neat it would be to be actually hung like a horse.