They drove slowly, stopping every so often to have a look around.
“Hey, look over there,” Dad said, pointing over into the distance. “Do you know what that is?”
The kids pushed and shoved at each other for the best view.
“It’s a elephant,” shouted Harry, who had proclaimed every single animal they’d seen so far to be an elephant.
“No it’s not,” shouted George, giving his little brother a shove.
“Be nice, George,” Mum said, twisting round. “But you’re right, it’s not an elephant. It’s a rhino.”
They oohed and aahed at the rhino in the distance until Dad got bored and drove on through the big gates to the next section.
The gates had barely shut behind them when the beasts struck.
They swarmed over the car, prying, poking, pulling at whatever they could get their paws on. One of the bigger ones started jumping up and down on the rooftop box. Inside, the family could do nothing but wait.
Harry and George started pulling faces at the monkeys through the windows.
“Don’t antagonise them,” Mum muttered helplessly.
There was a sudden loud thunk from above them. All the monkeys climbed upwards, and Mum looked at Dad with a worried look.
Her fears were confirmed a moment later when a big baboon climbed down onto the bonnet clutching one of her summer dresses. It grinned at them through the windscreen before running off.
“Well,” said Dad, “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think he’ll look as good in it as you do.”
© Kari Fay