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All Aboard?


          “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
          The giraffe looked down and around for the angry speaker. It was
        a skunk, on the verge of lifting its tail.
          “Sorry,  sorry!”  The  towering  ungulate  tried  to  move  in  the
        opposite  direction,  but  was  hemmed  in  by  a  bristling  porcupine,  a
        coiling adder and a snorting rhinoceros. “Nowhere to go. I don’t get
        it: why have we been trapped and forced into this enclosure? Is it for
        a  zoo  or  a  circus?  Do  those  people  intend  to  eat  us  or  sell  us  or
        what?”
          The skunk calmed down. “You just got here, right?”
          “Well, it was earlier today, if that’s what you mean,” admitted the
        giraffe. “I heard a jackal saying that it would be like speed dating: but
        everyone here is a different kind of animal.”
          “You’d better listen more closely, my friend. It’s not for dating that
        we are here. It’s for mating. Look over there.”
          The giraffe craned his neck around, getting a better view than his
        shorter fellow detainees of what was happening  beyond  the sturdy
        corral holding the loud and smelly collection of diverse fauna. He saw
        a man leading a goat up to the pen and searching through the posts
        and slats. Suddenly another goat broke through the milling mob and
        ran toward that unpenned member of its own species. They bleated
        at each other. Another man jumped into the holding area and led the
        captured  goat  toward  a  gate.  It  opened  briefly,  and  the  two  goats
        regarded each other—but not for long. The men yoked them and led
        the couple down a path to a riverbank jetty, where a huge vessel was
        tied  up.  Then  they  were  coaxed  up  a  gangplank  and  disappeared
        inside the boat.
          “The goat’s fixed up.” The skunk did not seem enthused about the
        development. “I wonder who’s next.”
          “What does that imply, ‘fixed up?’ I have a feeling those two never
        met before. They were simply relieved to see another of their own
        kind.”
          The skunk sighed. “Here’s the deal. The guy who owns the boat
        thinks the whole world is going to be under water in a few days, and
        he is supposed to save a breeding pair of every animal. So his sons


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