W e are all animals. Beasts of burden, monsters of the id, sheep with a herd mentality. Hairy humanoids, scant generations from the jungle, still beating our breasts and howling at the moon whenever someone tickles our fancy or socializes our medicine. We take blurry snapshots of their burrows, throw gritty bird seed into their cages, and make embarrassing baby talk in their direction, all for reasons we can't explain and at prices no lower life form would tolerate. Happily, the guiding hand of the tourism industry has transformed our scoffing animals into magical beasts, eager to entertain, rather than rip us apart for dinner.
Cockatoos quote the gospel in Indiana, raccoons read minds in Arkansas, goats drink beer in Texas.
Animals are free to amuse us, eager that we let down our hair and pay a visit, and we should. Send us mail . Terms and Conditions . All rights reserved. No portion of this document may be reproduced, copied or revised without written permission of the authors.