[ WP ] You keep a trinket somewhere on you at all times , for good luck . Explain what it is and the reason for its significance .

'Its... what, exactly?' 
 
'A picture of an ostrich. My ostrich, in fact. Bartly Cooper. Keep it in my pocket at all times.' 
 
'Bartly Cooper. The Ostrich.' Carl's face scrunched together in thought, eyebrows knitting together as he raised his gaze to meet Brad.'So... I guess I ….well, why?' 
 
'Its keeps me alive.' Brad nodded matter-of-factly while carefully folding the portrait up and tucking it neatly into the top pocket of his designer jeans. He switched the empty gas can from his left hand into his right and used his free appendage to wipe the sweat from his brow.'Died last year from eating a poisonous lizard.' A sigh escaped his lips as he kicked at the dirt on the side of the road.'Very unexpected. Very sad. Usually only ate the pellets I brought home every day. Not sure where he discovered the lizard. Have you ever seen a dead ostrich, Carl?' 
 
'Cant say I have.' Carl remarked, uncertain why it took him so long to come to that conclusion. He nodded to the sign across the intersection.'Says five more miles, if we can....' 
 
'Its not a pretty sight, thats for sure. Weird little head bent at an awkward angle, body all bloated and puffed out. Found him at our weekly cookout. Took us a week to find a proper burial site. So I keep the picture to remind me not to eat any lizards.' 
 
 Carl ran dusty fingers through his remaining strands of hair dragging some sweat free as he shook the sand from his khakis.'Could n't you just... remember not to eat lizards? I'd think that would n't come up that often.' 
 
'Right? I originally thought that too but Patrice loves lizards. Eats them daily. Tries to get me to eat them daily too! “ Brad ” I hear her say. “ Brad, just try this lizard. Its delicious ”. I might've too if it was n't for this picture of Cooper.' 
 
'I suppose that ’ s a good reason to have a photo then if....' 
 
'She keeps trying though, Carl. “ Brad you need to eat this lizard. ” Then she sneaks it into my cereal. Have you ever tried eating your crunchy wheats and then finding a lizard tail in them?' 
 
'Ca n't say I have' Carl noted, once again concerned about his involvement into the conversation. He noted a smudge of blood on the cuffs of his shirt and attempted to remove it with his thumb and a liberal application of spittle. 
 
'Its not a pretty sight, thats for sure. Bloated little tail all bent and scaly. Ruins the milk too, turns it orange and makes it taste tangy. You cant enjoy cereal after that, its why I had to move to bagels. Cant hide lizard tails in bagels.' 
 
'Suppose you could ground it up and sprinkle it on the bagel.' Carl offered. 
 
 Brad turned pale at the suggestion.'Suppose you could' He responded weakly. 
 
'Five more miles' Carl stated calmly, appreciating the silence weighing in around him.
