Even so, it was not quite what was expected. Even the gazelle was more than a little put out and the giraffe went off for a sulk.
The herd of zebras grazing in the conservatory were, the wife said, not their usual selves either. There was definitely something amiss in the whole house. Even the annual wildebeest migration from the front bedroom down to the kitchen and out across the lawn to their summer grazing area slightly north-east of the patio was far more restrained than usual.
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