[…][She] walks past the hyaenas, who keep a respectful distance, even on the far side of the iron bars. She skirts the lizard pit, and then heads past the little lake where Mary the octopus lurks. She walks into the lake. And doesn't come out. Hmm.
[…]The Tiger Keeper isn't in. You guess that he doesn't do much paperwork, as there is no chair [but] an oversized bearskin chaise longue.
This fellow is quite the eccentric[…]
You will return when the Tiger Keeper deigns to show himself.
