a unique perspective

Strolling down the crowded avenue one day (many years ago) I happened to observe a large turd sitting gracefully upon the window sill of a major fashion retailer. It was a high window sill and so the turd was well placed to capture one's complete attention, at least momentarily. It was a large turd, as mentined, well formed, with creases in it, corresponding to wrinkles in the colon I would imagine.

How on earth could it have gotten there?

Well formed or not, I can't imagine it is any simple matter to pick up a turd and place it anywhere (let alone the window sill of a major fashion retailer on a crowded avenue) without breaking it or leaving some sort of impression upon it. It must have been frozen first, of course, but how would you get it in the freezer? You'd have to "place" it there directly, as it were. And where would be the guarantee that you were going to produce such a spectacular specimen?

It just isn't reasonable. Real art rarely is, or always is, depending of course upon your unique perspective....

In any event ladies and gentleman, and I'm sure you'll agree, it remains a mystery still, the mystery of the turd on the window sill, and I doubt that even my esteemed collegues here are likely to come up with a plausible explanation.