She had definitely seen better days. She came sailing over the top of the dirt embankment, headed my way.  Her head hit the dirt first, plowing it's way down the slope.  She came to rest a few feet from where I stood on the sidewalk.  A goddess tossed out like so much trash.  I clambered up the slope to where the workmen were ripping out shrubs and taking down trees to make way for the new development.

"Hey, you!" I shouted to the worker closest to me.  The machinery made it hard to hear.  I waved my arms to get his attention.  He pulled the ear covers off and came over.

"Yeah?"

"That statue you just tossed over the bank...the garden statue?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Are you throwing her...it...out?"

"Yeah. It's all going to the dump this afternoon. Why?"
"Can I have her?"

"If you can haul it away it's yours." He snapped his ear cover back on and walked toward the machine ripping up the sod.

I scrambled back down the bank and looked at her.  Once she'd stood in a garden spilling water out of the pitcher she held on her shoulder. The water would flow down her stone breasts over the thin stone shift that modestly covered them.  A crack ran all the way around her waist. I could see the copper tube that ran up her interior.  Surprisingly, her nose was intact.  Mostly.  There was  little chip out of her right nostril.  And she seriously needed a bath in a good moss killer.  I called Sheldon.  He had a pickup truck and owed me a favor.  We were shoving her into the back bed when the dump truck arrived, snatching her from the brink of disaster.