Does an animal have feelings like that?
Yes, animals are no less emotional than humans, but their language is not understood by humans.
If you have pets, you can look at them. Animals are very emotional.
I was a stockbreeder in earlier years, when I left the establishment for personal reasons, it was hard to find work.
An opportunity for me to meet the owner of an animal exhibit car, and a lot of people wonder what an animal exhibit car is.
The animal exhibit car is a bigger truck with a cage of animals in it.
Walking around the city, meeting the right place and starting the circus.
Without a suitable place, rent a site in the local park and run it as a zoo.
At the first interview, the circus owner asked me what I was doing and I replied that he was a rearing officer.
When the boss’ eyes were bright, he asked me some details, and I answered, the boss was satisfied, so I went to the head of the circus.
I thought it was strange that the heads of the normal circus were the owners.
I don’t understand.
But there’s nothing we can do. We’re just casual workers, we work well, we don’t care much.
The next day, I came to the circus, where the circus was performing a circus, and a couple of tigers followed the goat’s ass around.
There were dozens of people sitting in the circus, a cold scene, and I sat in the corner watching them perform.
After the show, the audience was scattered, and the captain looked at me and asked me why I didn’t leave.
I told him I was introduced by Mr. Liu. What position do we have here?
The circus is a strong middle-aged man with a big arm that’s about to blow up.
And I thought, “I don’t think so, but I used to work in a zoo and have a lot of lions.”
As soon as I was in the circus, the captain became interested in me, and we talked for a while, and the captain waved.
You stay here, brother. If you can do it for a long time, $7,500 a month.
I can’t teach you!
Three months, see if it’s right, three months, 5,000 a month, and when I hear the pay, I’m so beautiful.
At that time, our local oil field workers were about $300 a month, and I could make 7500.
It’s twice as good as an oil field worker.
I was carrying my luggage that day, and after living in the troupe, the circus advertised every day, and in the morning I drove a pick-up truck.
Take the midgets in the regiment and send out a flyer to inform the crowds around us about the number of shows we’re in the trunk.
The midgets were wearing a tiger mask, the horns were loudly propagating the circus, and leaflets were distributed (distantly thrown).
There are four of us.
The rest are animals, a black bear, a lion, a tiger, two goats and two monkeys.
As a result of the temporary absence of the shed, the head of mission began to teach me how to tame animals, and perhaps many people were curious about how to tame animals, which, in short, was the result of a beating, from a little to a day.
When animals grow up, they have a great fear of whips.
Let them drill the ring, step on the ball or do what, and the animals won’t stop doing it or get hit!
It is said that there are very high-level trainers who do not need to beat animals, but who need to develop feelings with them from an early age.
The lions and lions will be good and will never use whips, but I don’t believe it personally.
Will it be possible that each of these two animals, even if they do? We all get angry, and what about the beast?
I’ve never seen such a great trainer in reality.
The captain told me that fighting lions is not a fight, so they hate you.
Usually with a little meat, if the lions act, they’ll be rewarded, and if they don’t, then they’ll be intimidated.
Look at the lion who roared at me, and suddenly I was afraid. Give me a sip, and I’ll be able to explain for the rest of my life.
The oppression of the lions is really difficult to describe in terms of language, especially when it comes to people’s mouths.
It’s not so hard to tame a beast with a whip and a slogan for the animals to remember.
The lions would rise slowly from the iron bench, and as for jumping in the ring of fire and following the horse, they would also be trained over the years.
But I really don’t like whipping animals, and the circus animals themselves don’t eat too well, and they get beaten.
After a few days of study, the head of mission felt like I was almost out of school.
Lion stood up for the show. I’ll do it.
There were over 200 people sitting in the circus that day, and the captain was so happy that the circus didn’t make much money, while the circus sold water and some small food, which was a real profit.
5 cents out of a bottle of water, 3 bucks out of a circus, the headmaster’s crazy water sales, and his mouth is full of fun.
After the circus, the last act of putting the lion on the bench, which I did, I didn’t expect.
The two goods fell off the chain, and I shouted, and the lion fell over there, and the crowd laughed.
And I yelled again, and this time, instead of getting up, the tiger took a piss at me, and the only one who saw the audience laugh was gonna smoke.
At that moment, I was like a clown, standing on the stage, doing whatever I could, watching the audience laugh, and I myself laughed low.
And I couldn’t help it, and I started laughing, and the people looked at me and they laughed even harder.
The circus was perfect, and the audience asked me when I’d start next, and I told them, “Five days later, the next one.”
A lot of viewers say they’ll come next time.
The captain looked at me with a bad smile and asked me how I felt and said I didn’t feel much.
The headmaster said you need to strengthen your animal training skills.
I thought about it, and I asked him, “Captain, why do you do a circus?”
The headmaster said, of course, to make money, and I asked him if it was a good show.
He thought, tell me, of course.
I told the headman that I was born not to fight animals, but rather to be a clown than to learn to tame.
The headmaster thought about it, and he agreed, because I was really good for a funny part.
After that, I was no longer a trainer, but a clown, although I had no red nose and no exaggerated wig.
But I did become a clown, and we did the same thing, making people happy.
The pain under the mask will not be shown to anyone, and only if the audience retreats will it be possible to show its true emotions.
I’m in charge of the next day, and I’m satisfied with the Circus.
We can only live in tents, make our own meals and buy cheap drinks.
It’s hard to say, we’re very low-life, even the head of the mission admits we’re low-life.
While on the stage, we can make the mighty lions listen, they are often bullied, sleep in the open, have no food or sleep.
Various departments despise us and trouble us, but there’s no way. Hundreds of dollars per day are on their heads.
They were beaten and their teeth were swallowed and their lives continued.
At that time, I was trying to figure out how I could increase the circus’s revenue and suddenly think about it.
The lions and the black bears in our group are bright, and they are not afraid of people.
In particular, Black Bears are bright and have no hostility to people. I wonder why they don’t take pictures with tourists to make money.
With that in mind, I went to the headmaster and listened to my thoughts, and he immediately filmed his thigh to agree.
The next day, the commander bought a camera and a lot of film, which is called a setup, usually 780, which is not expensive.
But film is expensive, and a six-hundred.
We don’t just let tourists take pictures, we train animals first.
I was afraid that the camera would scare the animals, so we went to practice and it turned out I was thinking too much.
Big Yellow and Light didn’t react to the camera. Three days later, we had another circus.
Immediately after the circus, I stood on the iron stool and shouted, “Friends of tourists, if you want to take a picture with a black bear, stay here.
We wash photos, a $30.
The tourists were very interested, and about 20 of them left, mostly with children.
A woman audience asked me if I was safe. I said absolutely safe.
A male audience jumped and tried, and I said to Bright, “Get up, get up, get up, get up with a claw on the shoulders of men.”
Yo, after taking the picture, the man was happy and took the picture.
Then the tourists lined up and I checked and received close to $600.
The captain is very happy. Take out $500 and tell me that 500 is going out to buy food and drink today.
I looked at the $500 in hand and asked him, “Captain, should we buy the animals food without them, we won’t make a penny.”
As soon as the captain thought about it, it made sense to tell me to go buy some beef tomorrow and split it between tigers and lions.
Buy some white noodles for the black bear monkey! By the way, buy some more fruit for the goat.
As soon as I heard the captain was so open, I was so beautiful.
He took out 300 bucks and told me to buy five dishes, hard ones, and we’ll have a good night’s drink!
And then I took the money and bought five meats and three bottles of white wine, and that night we were all drunk.
That night, we were drinking, we were nagging and talking about our own heart.
After that, he fell asleep.
The next day I woke up at noon, and I went to the market to buy 20 pounds of beef, and I remember it well, 21 pounds of beef.
It’s only fair to buy someone who’s afraid of losing someone and split the boss into 10 pounds.
Three whole chickens, three white noodles, some fruit.
When we get back, we split the beef into two for the lions and tigers, two guys who haven’t eaten beef in a long time.
Less than two minutes, 10 pounds of meat is dry.
Then they steamed and fed the animals, and they went to work.
We trained Big Yellow that night, but Big Yellow didn’t want to be riding, and I figured out a way to do that, on the iron stool.
Welding a taller iron tablet so that tourists can sit on it and photograph it as if they were riding a lion.
Big Yellow didn’t have to be riding, he could make money, and the next day we welded the lion’s chair.
Before I went to sleep, I heard a noise outside the door, as if it were a bright cry from a black bear, a cry that was so sad, and I went out to borrow the dark moonlight.
When Chang saw the light tied up, he used the rough whip whip to shine, while scolding.
I ran over and stopped Zhang and asked him why he wanted to shine.
Zhang said nothing. I looked on the floor, and there was a hemorrhage, and a giant plier.
Look carefully, there’s a bright tooth on the ground. I see it’s for the bright dog.
He asked Zhang why he had to pull out his bright teeth and said that the beast was not eating properly and was still in the ground.
When I heard that, I punched the old man in the face, and the old man was turned over by me, sitting on the floor yelling at me, asking me if I was crazy.
I looked at his face and I asked him if he knew we could eat so much, and all we could do was make it out of a bright picture.
You son of a bitch pulled out his teeth, and Zhang heard it, and the sound of an owl came to haunt me.
We fought for half a day, and one of us held me tight.
The captain asked us what happened, and I said he was a little angry at the sound of it.
Open your mouth and look. There’s only three of them left.
The captain beat Chang so hard that he fell.
Five days later, there was another circus, after which more and more people were taking photographs, totalling 30 and 40.
A man sits on a big yellow tablet and laughs.
At that moment, the king of the prairie was not even as good as a dog, and a dog would not be able to ride.
But there’s no other way, we’re gonna live, we’re gonna have to eat chicken, we’re gonna have no money, we’re gonna eat beef, we’re gonna have chicken bones, we’re gonna have people riding pictures.
I think the big yellow is like beef, and it’s not really riding on me anyway.
When it comes to big yellow, it is a very cold lion, rarely barking, and the headman can touch it at will.
But you can’t touch the big yellow face, otherwise the big yellow will be angry and angry and the captain won’t dare take it, after all, a lion.
Big yellow body, nearly 400 pounds, looks huge.
It’s a little yellow. It’s the lion’s best place to show off.
In general, female lions choose their spouses with darker hair colours, which they perceive as the more glamorous the lions.
Big yellow, 10 pounds of chicken and beef a day, not enough yellow, and I buy it a little cheap meat and make it eat more.
During that time, animals had good food because of the subsidies for animal photographs.
Big yellow and tigers can eat 3 pounds of beef a day, light up their cocoon and fruit, and two monkeys are like bright food.
The goats are occasionally able to eat grass and often feed some dry food and one by one obese.
I thought the circus career would go on, but I didn’t think that the head of mission would suddenly call us one night, meaning quit.
I’m going back to my house, and I’m going to ask the chief why he did it.
The headmaster told me that the boss was jealous that we were making a lot of money.
I’m pretty upset to hear that, but I can’t help it.
The captain paid us a wage that night, and I went to buy meat and fruit and ate the animals in full.
Then we bought a lot of wine, drank it up, and after that, the captain talked to me for a long time.
I only knew that the captain had been married, that the woman and the headman had been introduced through the house, and that the headman liked the woman very much, first of all.
After a while, two people got married.
It was unexpected that, less than four years after marriage, the wife had detected rectum cancer.
The people of that age, they didn’t know much about cancer, they didn’t know much about medicine, and when they found out, his wife was already bleeding.
When they arrived at the hospital, the head of the mission was in the late stages, selling the house to treat his wife, borrowing a lot of money for six months.
The woman died.
After all these years, he couldn’t forget the woman. Speaking of which, the headmaster cried and cried and said, “I don’t know her.”
I don’t know her. Maybe she won’t get sick. Follow me.
All of a sudden, the captain looked at me with red eyes, and asked me, “Chen, I heard that when people die, there’s a rebirth.”
I thought about it and told him, yes, not necessarily in the next life.
Think about it. One person dies, one body disappears, one molecule after another, and it floats into the sky.
The rain in the sky, the wind, all part of her, even now she’s in the air.
As soon as the captain listened, he asked me if I was real, and I told him, of course, he looked and grabbed the air with his hand.
She’s always there.
Then he said to himself, “Can I meet her in my next life?”
I’m in a hurry to join him. Of course, Captain. You’ll be happy in the next life!
The next day, we drove the animals back to the town where the boss was, leaving two goats.
What am I supposed to do? These two goats, the zoo, they won’t want them, they’ll give them away, they’ll eat them.
The captain looked at the two goats and groaned.
It’s not bad for them to eat, to cut some grass every day, to feed them, it’s all in a pot, and they can’t be stabbed.
Look at the captain. I paid him 2000 dollars to get him back home. The captain refused.
“Tell me that the young man needs more money, he doesn’t need it, he won’t get married, and my brother has a son. I’m sorry.
Our home won’t break.
“Chen, I’m telling you, it’s good to be able to live a good life. I’m sorry.
“When I’m old, I work for years, I make some money, and when I get old, I grow some rice, I eat meat a day, I drink wine. I’m sorry.
He’s right.
Talked for a while, said goodbye to the captain, and I took the train home.
Three months later, I went to our local park and found a small zoo with some of the world’s largest rats on it.
The only two-headed man in the world, the fierce Northeast Tiger, the mighty lion, the lovely monkey, the flexible panda.
It’s a zoo, but it’s not even 100 flats, and it’s kind of broken.
One ticket at $15, a man sitting in front of the zoo and sleeping with a hat on, and I woke him up to buy a ticket.
It turns out that the circus owner was the one who owned it! The boss saw me, laughed, asked me why I came.
I said my home is in this city! We’ll find out later.
The boss doesn’t want to be a circus, so he’s here to open an animal show and sell about 100 tickets a day, which is 1,500.
And with so many animals, the catering owner squeezed around $100, making a net of over 1,000 a day.
When I heard it, I thought the boss was so mean that a tiger ate 10 pounds of chicken a day, plus 10 pounds of lions.
That’s 20 pounds of meat. That’s almost $100. What about the other animals? The cost of food is so low that it must be full of junk.
The boss asked me if I’d come here to help him look at the zoo, and he didn’t know anything about animals, and I used to be a breeder.
I asked him how much he gave me, and the boss thought, a month, 6000! I immediately agreed.
But there’s another condition, 200 for a day’s food, or you find someone else to fuck and look at the boss’s face.
I know it’s funny, I don’t say a word, the boss thinks, or he says no, and I’m gonna go.
A few steps out, the boss said behind his back, “Come back, listen to you, you know a lot.”
I talked to the boss for a while, and I talked about the work, and I left.
The next morning, I went to the zoo, and I had a meeting with the boss, and I walked into the Zipbu, and I wanted to see how the old guys were.
I was shocked by the scene.
There’s a huge stench on the inside.
Big yellow is confined in a giant cage, which is full of shit and urine, although it has a large space.
Once upon a time, Big Yellow had a lot of hair, and it wasn’t seen for three months, and it felt at least 100 pounds thin.
Big Yellow saw me, yelled at me, and it remembered me.
The brightness was kept in a small cage, and it was not known when a nosering had been pointed in the middle of the bright nose, which had never been worn before.
I can’t figure out why an animal show place wears a nose ring when it hurts like a bear.
I opened the cage, I couldn’t take off the bright nose ring all day, and I found the brother who sold the roast sausage and borrowed a plier.
It’s been a long time. It’s broken in the hole of that fucking nose ring.
As for the nose ring, I threw it on the floor with my own hands and then picked up the old lady.
The tiger is confined to an iron cage, and its appearance has not changed much compared to that of the yellow.
The two monkeys are the worst, and they’re all about to fall out of their hair, and they’ve got a lot of stuff like a cow.
Pandas are fat, fat and fat, and they jump up and down in cages.
As for the worst, it’s the 50-pound beaver rat, locked in a cage about the size of his body.
The cage is full of rotten shit.
I can’t turn around, I can’t turn around, I can’t turn around, I can’t turn around.
Look at the beavers with their eyes closed, and suddenly I feel a little bad.
These animals are miserable. In this environment, they die in a few years. Are the animals abused? Maybe not. No one hit them, scolded them.
But they will be locked in iron cages and bound to eternal life.
I decided not to open today, so I started cleaning up, and I started cleaning up a cage and washing all the shit in it.
That cage of the beaver rat was a terrible thing, and that day I ordered a big cage that cost 600 different people.
The beaver rat was locked in a new cage, and the beaver mouse saw it turn around, and the happy squeaks came up, and I took a cookie and threw it to the beaver, and the beaver was eating.
I looked at the bright light, and I pulled it out, and I slipped a few laps in the field.
As for Big Yellow, I’m really afraid to let it out, but I’m a smart black bear, and the Big Yellow is a lion, and I can’t control the Big Yellow.
And the next day, I was open, and on the first day I sold tickets close to $2,000 and looked at so much money, and I was so happy that I could feed the animals.
Two hundred dollars a day, and the card is dead, and the big yellow and tigers are about 20 pounds a day, about $100.
The black bear needs 10 pounds of food a day, usually a nest and fruit, and a snack, about $50.
We can’t feed pandas if they’re properly fed. The pandas eat bamboo, preferably arrow bamboo.
Where in the Northeast can we get bamboo?
I can only pick some leaves every day with some coarse-fibre fruit, and a small amount of less meat for dog feeding, which is $20 a day.
Two monkeys eat like bright, about $10 a day.
The same day, a girl, who had a very high number of girls, had short hair and glasses, but was definitely a very high-value girl.
But her look always gives me a feeling of loneliness, far away, a cold air all over me.
She didn’t say a word throughout the trip and stayed 20 minutes and left.
The next day she came back, and I sold her tickets, and on the third day she came again.
I’m a little curious to ask her why she comes every day and she says she likes animals, and this is the only place in the city where there are lions.
This time she wanted to buy a ticket, and I refused, and told her to come in and see for herself.
After that, she came from three to five different places and sometimes brought some food for the animals.
When I saw her like this, I had feelings for her, and I liked animals, and she did, and we had a thing in common.
I invited her to dinner with me, and she did not refuse or consent. At night, we both came to a restaurant.
I ordered some food, looked at her macho look, and I asked.
You’re pretty depressed, I’ve noticed. She’s probably very depressed.
I’m a man of great emotional insight.
She looked at me with some confusion, and the result was already clear, and she was very depressed because I didn’t ask.
Who hasn’t had any painful memories?
We had a little chat, and she was looking for a job, so I invited her to run the zoo with me.
I’m about $600,000 a month, and I’m ready to put 2,500 in her salary, and in those years, 2,500 is definitely not low.
She heard 2,500 a month, very happy and said yes.
We started eating, and when she packed, I saw her left wrists covered with scars that were so big.
I grabbed her hand, and she was afraid to turn back, but I saw it, and she had scars on her left wrist.
Scars on the wrists of the right hand, looking at them, I told her that this could not happen again.
From now on we’ll be colleagues. Tell me something. She noded.
The next day, she arrived early in the morning, cleaned the interior, saw me and looked forward to asking me whether I was clean or not.
I have seen that she has indeed been clean and has even reached the point where she has been unsettling.
I told her you did a great job. This zoo, it’s the cleanest day! You are a man!
When I heard that, she laughed a little shy, afraid I’d see it and turn around.
And then I came back with a box of rice, and told me it was for me, and I opened it, and I looked at it, and it was kind of a nice picture.
I laughed, and she asked me why I laughed, and I said I’d never had this kind of love breakfast in my life.
She’s a little embarrassed to hear that.
In the days that followed, she was cleaning and I was raising animals and selling tickets.
But I’m beginning to find out that she’s very hard-working, but she’s never dared to touch an animal, and even reacts with fear.
We know each other well, but I never asked.
Until one night I saw her sitting alone on the steps, and I went to talk to her and found her crying.
I asked why she didn’t speak and looked at her as she cried, and I felt so sad that I didn’t know what to do.
Watching her shivering shoulder, I suddenly got a hot head and held her.
She didn’t resist, she buried her head on my chest, and later she was much better, and I asked her what happened.
She told me that she remembered what happened when she used to love animals, saved a lot of money and bought a puppy.
Every day, the dog was carefully cared for, and the dog was fat and fat, and her only friend.
In the school, the classmates often tore her books, scolded him, and many male classmates choked her and spitd at her.
Only that puppy wouldn’t bully her, really like her.
But her dad hates dogs.
One day, because she was late after school, her father fell dead in front of her face.
She fell four or five times and pulled her tail to the ground. She tried to stop her father, but she was 11 years old.
How can you stop a grown man, a dog from falling down, running out with a puppy?
Looks at the dog with no breath, blood on her hands, and the dog’s body with some temperature.
From then on, she feared that every time she saw an animal with hair, she remembered the tragic death of the dog.
Maybe she wasn’t afraid of the animals, but of the violent father.
After listening to her, I took her to the inside field, where the black bear fell down and slept, and I told her to close her eyes.
She did what I told her, and I grabbed her hand, and I looked at the long, white hand and was shaking.
I put her hand on the big black, and she shivered so hard that I whispered to her.
Don’t be afraid. Touch it. Light doesn’t hurt you. I hold her hand and touch it.
She was still a little scared, but she was happy to say with the rough fur of her hand that she felt hard, but thick, like a blanket, I opened her eyes and she did.
Looking at the brightness of her sleep, she suddenly told me, so cute, looking at the look of her love.
I understand that her fears have disappeared and that since then she has ceased to fear animals.
I thought the day would get better, one night, two o’clock, and she suddenly called me and asked me where I was.
I said at home, she said she wanted to talk to me, and I suddenly felt something wrong, and her voice was particularly weak.
I asked her what happened, and she said nothing to me. I felt wrong, hung up and went straight to her house.
I broke down a few doors. I didn’t open it, so I called the guy who opened the company.
Open the door and see that she’s in a coma on the bed next to a bottle of sleeping pills.
Yes, she committed suicide again, and I didn’t hesitate to hold her, and that weak body made me very upset.
When I arrived in the hospital lobby, I shouted out to the nurse where he was going to wash his stomach. A chemist saw the scene and immediately informed the nurse.
The nurses pushed the car, and I put her in the car, and a group of people ran into the stomach room and went to the place.
When I started washing my stomach, I asked the doctor if she was in danger.
After her stomach was washed, she was awake, she opened her eyes when the infusion opened, I looked at her, and I couldn’t bear to accuse her.
She looked at me and said those three words.
I had to whisper to her, “Don’t be afraid. She fell asleep during the infusion.”
From the beginning to the end, I didn’t say a word about her suicide. Three days later, we were discharged.
I then began to educate her to shoulder her responsibilities and not to give up her life so easily.
I’m sorry not only for myself, but also for me and the animals.
She noded and promised me.
In the days that followed, I taught her how to feed animals, how to cook, how to drug monkeys, how to grind beavers’ teeth.
She learned well, when many tourists didn’t come to see animals, but bought tickets to see her and meet her.
It is no fault of the tourists who did it. She did look so beautiful, and under a slightly masculinised appearance she was a fine five, and the cold air made many young men remember her.
During the course of our work, we have also built a deep friendship, watching her become more responsible and smiling.
I’m happy too.
I still remember, in winter, I took her to a day of plowing, and she was happy.
On the way home, I walked behind her, I promised. Her body was light, I slipped on her back and I was afraid.
She’s bouncing and laughing.
Six months later, the zoo owner told us to get the animals back to the zoo and go to another business later.
And to hear that, we’re both happy and lost, and we’re happy that animals can return to the zoo and live a good life.
What’s missing is that maybe we won’t be working together anymore.
That afternoon, several trucks took the animals, and I fed them a lot of food.
Bright and two monkeys ate fresh fruits.
Big yellow and tigers, five pounds of meat each, to the zoo, they have more food.
The panda ate some grass, and I brought it from the shed.
As for the fat beaver, the zoo is too cheap to be adopted.
After sending the animals away, both of us stood in an empty park, silent, watching her talk again.
I laughed and told her to live a good life.
She pulled out a doll and handed it to me. We’re leaving.
I looked at her, and I yelled at her, “Don’t forget what I said, but live well.”
All I saw was that he turned around, and he put his head up.
After the separation, I went to work and did some subsistence work, and she left the city.
Years later, I took out the doll, she made it herself. I picked it up.
Sniff it hard. After all these years, she still has her breath on the doll.
I squeezed the doll so hard, I suddenly felt a hard piece of it, I opened the lock behind it.
She was hiding a piece of jade, which she had worn for more than 10 years, remembering her words that night.
She told me that if a woman likes a man, she’ll send him a piece of the jade.
It represents a life together, never to be separated.
I looked at the jade in my hand, and I was cold, and I thought, and suddenly I laughed.
As long as she’s happy, she can be with anyone, and I’m poor, like a stray dog.
I put the doll in the cupboard, and I kept it up until now.
The black bear was bright and sent to a zoo where the environment was good, lighted up, well, fed every day and ran.
The large yellow lion was sent to the zoo, where the lions, without a single lion, became the new lion king with the beautiful black hair of the lion.
Two monkeys are in the same zoo as Big Yellow, and few monkeys live in the mountain of monkeys in that zoo, and two monkeys live in old age.
The pandas were sent to a well-known zoo in the country, where they were fed every day by bamboo and a fruit-concentrated biscuit tube.
And the beavers followed me, lived in peace, fed some vegetable food every day, and a year later the beavers left.
It’s old, it’s safe to go, there’s no pain, it’s gone quietly.
The tiger was taken to a wildlife park.
Living with a group of North-East tigers on a daily basis, with a wide range of grounds and good food, as well as tourists who feed them, is said to be in a high position.
The captain followed me to see him, and his hair was white and the goats were old.
Then there was a hardware store, so I had a little wine and a little hard food, and I enjoyed playing with two goats every day.
And she, she’s married and has kids, and she’s happy to hear.
As for me, I’m as alone as ever, but my heart is warm every time I remember the past.
It’s more important than anything, isn’t it?
Does an animal have feelings like that? – An answer that kills the heart.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
