The wild boar sits patiently in a quiet Prairie Village shopping center.
He studies the clock tower as shop girls take smoke breaks on nearby benches. Consumers wandering from The Jones Store to Bruce Smith Drugs and music students shuffling in and out of the Toon Shop pay him no mind.
The snouts of the boar’s counterparts in Florence, Italy, and on Kansas City's Country Club Plaza are worn to a golden sheen by tourists. Only a few sticky-fingered toddlers notice the bronze beast of Prairie Village.
His day will come.