Afternoon at the zoo. Fake savannah, real giraffes. Fake rocks, real plants. In a real crevice on top of a fake cliff, real weeds growing in real dust.
Child: “That giraffe is sleeping on the rock!” It did look as if the giraffe had approached the simulated sandstone cliff and laid her head along the top of it for a rest. Actually the giraffe was straining toward the weeds in the crevice, almost out of reach of her outstretched tongue.
They can't be that delicious. It must be a project.
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