We stood face to face. Not unlike the famous scene from Casablanca. But between me, a human, and um, goats? I’m not looking at you, kids, the way you look at me. We are different, granted we live in a city and are cared for by people. The only time our paths crisscross is when I visit you at the zoo. Not the kind my husband knows when he returns from work and I ask “What’s new at the zoo?” I suppose it’s getting close to your feeding time. Ours too. I need to get home and feed my animal.
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