I went to the zoo yesterday. I love to go watch the crimson wings fervently flap, the soft coats of fur shed in the sun, and admire the silky scaled snakes. Something was off about it though. The lions glared at me like a fresh cut of sirloin. The bears ran into their dens whenever I coiled my hand around the warm steel fence. Even the crows flew far away. Oh well, maybe I should’ve worn a better leather for them. All I really wanted was to watch them try and live in their little cages. Their discomfort is comical.