This is what happened to me at the Cotswold Wildlife Park at the weekend while standing on the raised giraffe-viewing platform. The sheer magical magnificence of it was spoilt only by the lively argument I was having with another visitor over whether one was permitted to pet the giraffes. Ironically, I was the one maintaining that one shouldn’t, and so I was under strong moral obligation not to. Though I did want to, very much indeed.
I clearly remember a book from my early school-days called “Nobody Listens to Andrew”, with the leitmotif “There’s a BEAR in my bedroom!” (which all the adults ignore, of course.) I strongly empathised with that Andrew. You can still buy that book, I find.
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There's a GIRAFFE in my sketchbook
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Don’t giraffes have the most wonderful eyelashes? Lucky you, to see them up so close. I don’t suppose just the gentlest, briefest petting would have been so awful, especially since he was obviously looking for one.
hmm, yes, but I suspect the reason to avoid petting is so as not to transfer human diseases to the animals – I’m still waiting for an official response from the zoo. You are quite right about the eyelashes.