December 2, 2017
On Friday (12/1) at the zoo, I went to visit the orangs. Melati was inside looking at her keepers intently. I gathered that it was feeding time. 544 more words
‘He’s 97% human. This fellow. Can you believe, son?’ Alex taps the cage.
‘But I wanted a Komodo dragon.’
‘And I wanted to spend the vacation in our island, not in this forest flicking mosquitoes,’ is the complaint of Alex’s daughter, as she applies a squeeze of lotion on her wad of face and throws away the pulpy tube. 506 more words
She responded tentatively to the call-after all she had her baby with her- but eventually decided to grab some breakfast from her friend and handler. She seemed to recoil however, when a human with telephoto lens moved into prime position, no doubt triggering a collective memory of her tribe being hunted by men with guns. 203 more words