Ally was right. The zoo was crowded. The lines at the ticket counters wrapped halfway around the parking lot. Greatful that we didnt have to stand in that line for two hours, we walked right through the entry gate. I grinned. "Mom, I will meet you at the grizzly bears in an hour."
"No, Emma. You have to stay with us." My mom looked extreamly nervouse about the amount of people. It looked like she was trying to squeeze Milli's hand off. "Where to first? The lions?"
"Sure," Ally said, looking around nervously. "The lions It is."
The lions were interesting for a good five minutes. Every time we would try to go to anouther animal, Milli would scream and cry and yell, "Pretty birdy!" None of us knew what she ment, but whatever she wanted, she wasnt willing to let it go. We were standing there for nearly a half an hour when they took the lions out to lay feed in the pin. Only then did Milli let us walk away.
The next five hours were a blur. I was board out of my mind, and I wanted to get some ice cream from one of the thousand stands that my mom wouldnt let me get in line for. We were standing at the gorrillas, and one of the workers offored us a tour of the gorilla's indoor living areas.
I half wished we hadnt taken the offor, because, it was disasterous. There was poop nearly everywhere, even with the gorillas in the cages. What I saw then took my breath away. Erik was feeding a baby gorrila out of a bottle. I waved. He grinned and waved back. I took a step to my left to lean against the wall. For some reason, he started laughing histaricaly. I looked down, and I was standing in a discusting substance, that I would rather not mention.
"Mom! I stepped in gorilla poop!"
"You stepped in what?"
YOU ARE READING
Believers
FantasyChildren's minds are full of creativity and imagination. "Mom, guess what! My imaginary friend's name is Sweety." "Dad, there's a monster in my room!" And the adults always say the same thing, "That's great, sweetie." But, have we ever considered th...
