First published in the New Yorker. Reprinted in Leebron, Geyh, Levy's Postmodern American Fiction. Collected in Outer Space, Inner Lands, from Small Beer Press.
The animals are "unnamed," losing the names given them. Some are reluctant until they realize that they could be named whatever they wanted. More food for thought, than a journey for the mind. Applicable to people and art--true in how we name or label things, often to unthinkingly dismiss them.
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