Maybe I've got a bit too much redneck in me, but I've always wanted one in full taxidermy that I could strap to the roof for every trip I make into Toronto.
The best ever though was my uncle's adventure with a deer. I've never gottent he story straight, if it was him, or a firend of his, but one of them happened to hit a deer on the way into town. It's dead, on the side of the road now, so they loaded it into the back of the pick up to take home and gut/clean. Getting a lot fo strange looks and pointing as they drove through town, spot someone they know, and stop to chat. First question from this guy is "How did you tame it to stay there?"
This makes them look back, and sure enough, the "dead" deer wasn't dead anymore, but was happily standing in the back of the pick up looking out over the roof.
True story, Scout's Honor.