The desire: to jump on the book tree bandwagon.
The reality: we don’t want to use library books in case, you know, someone actually needs to use them for reading purposes.
And then: persons still unknown moved the dinosaur from its home in the children’s department and placed it outside the local history room.
The solution: have the dinosaur decorate the tree and ask patrons (I use patron and customer interchangeably due to split usage by my colleagues) to name him/her.
Final result: everyone seems to be enjoying the complete randomness and we still don’t know how the little dude got there. And the children’s librarians retaliated by grabbing the bronze bust of Washington from the history room and he now lives with the children. But that’s another post…