This is the third day of seven days in which an earlier story is repeated. Today it is Story 32: “Grace visits the zoo”. It was first posted on 11 November 2013.
It was a week-long banter in the office. Grace was to take her niece and nephew to the zoo the coming Saturday. It began with Don’t slip in the poo at the zoo. After that, the entire week was spent by office staff on nonsensical zoological rhyming advice:
Don’t swear at the bear.
Don’t give a banana to the llama.
Don’t throw nuts at baboon butts.
Don’t be shocked at the elephant’s cock.
Don’t gawk at the bottom half of the giraffe.
What a relief it was for Grace when work finished on Friday and she (and everyone else) could say goodbye to the rhymes. There was the inevitable See you later alligator as she left.
The niece and nephew were beside themselves with excitement as their Aunt Grace paid for tickets at the zoo entrance. But thank goodness Grace had brought her bright red umbrella! It was raining and windy and quite horrible.
But not half as horrible as when she slipped in some poo and plunged headlong over the barrier down into the wolves’ enclosure. She was screaming and clutching her red umbrella. Within seconds it was impossible to tell what bits belonged to the umbrella and what bits once belonged to Grace.
The following week at the office, no one, for the life of them, could think of anything that rhymed with wolves.
Set your resolve
don’t get eaten by wolves?
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Mercifully we don’t have wolves over here – in fact no unimportant mammals except for tiny bats (which I’ve never seen!)
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too bad it wasn’t a sheep in wolves’ clothing…
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“If you live among wolves you have to act like a wolf.”
– Nikita Khrushchev.
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you’ve got to stand up fo yourself…
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It is an interesting story with a chilling end. It is an early glimpse of the innate capabilities of the author for conjuring murders with mere words out of sheer nothingness.
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Murder is a highly underestimated quality.
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I don’t know how to solves this.
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Thanks for being involves.
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I evolves.
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Sounds like they wolfed Grace down pretty quickly.
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I hope they said Grace before meals.
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I wish I would have thought of that one!
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She got wolfed down.
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Ha!
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Gruesome end, but I thought wolves, in general, did not attack humans. Now tigers….
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It was inspired by someone dropping a red umbrella into the wolves’ enclosure once when I was at the zoo and it was ripped to bits in an instant. Didn’t know about wolves not necessarily attacking humans, but one mustn’t let the facts get in the way of a good story. (I mean, look at Fauci!)
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Grace sure did work with a group of sensitive and thoughtful people.
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Some offices have wonderful bon ami – which a quick google to check the spelling tells me that it’s a type of cleaning agent!
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I wonder if there’s a way to fit bon ami and wolves into a rhyme.
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You’ve just made me waste 5 minutes and I’ve come up with nothing clever.
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That was my evil plan.
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I figured! Dear me
Clean your bath with Bon Ami
There’s very little reason and rhyme
(Here you can add your own line).
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There was no longer a gulf / between Grace and the wolf/ as she plunged to her doom of blood / the wolf saw red / above her head / and thought she was red riding hood.
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Brilliant! You know it is so obvious, but I have never connected Grace in this story with Red Riding Hood! Thank you!
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