an idea


After I leave the box and step back into my cage, I get an idea, a good one.


I tell Bob he can sneak into my box with me and live at the zoo.


“Have you forgotten? I’m a wild beast, Ivan,” he says, sniffing the floor for crumbs. “I am untamed, undaunted.”


Bob samples a piece of celery and spits it out. “Besides, they’d notice. Humans are dumb, but they’re not that dumb.”

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