Deers are waiting for their photo shoot.
A bunch of printed-and-stuffed stuff is waiting for me to figure out how I want to hang them.
The last moose is waiting for paint. . .
. . . and so are a bunch of owls, while a star and a strange creature wait for details.
Everybody is waiting on me.
(But not the good kind of "waiting on me" that's usually followed by "hand and foot.")