I've thought about going to a zoo but figured why bother? I can hardly pronounce the names of animals let alone recognize what they might look like (except for kangaroos, which I've never seen live in Australia and so think that it's a big joke being played on the world by their tourism industry).Given that it's spring versus fall in the northern climes, I tripped over some sort of creature on the steps at work the other day. It looked vaguely like a catepillar but was so hairy and frightening I'm only guessing that's what it was short of having at it with a bottle of Nair.
I tried not to scream.
What really brought the difference in animals home occurred while stumbling around the The Rocks in Sydney, when on Argyle Street I came across a little childrens boutique with toys in the window. One item displayed was one of those books for toddlers: You know, those fabric ones with cute puffy animals on the pages for you to identify with your child? As I looked at more closely I just stared, rubbing my eyes because I thought my night at The Lord Nelson had come back to haunt me.Within the cottony soft pages of the book was not a single animal I knew.
I tried not to scream.
- Farmer Ted
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