Once upon a time in a zoo in Virginia, there lived a snake named Cecil. This story takes place in the year 2017. One Friday night, Cecil the snake was going to commit a serious crime. This is how he did it. Cecil watched the digital clock in the reptile room. He was waiting for the clock to switch from 7:59 to 8:00.
“Closing time,” Tyler the mouse thought as the clock struck, “Time to go hang out.” Tyler lived in the cage next to Cecil.
“Attention,tourists",the zookeeper said on the announcements,``The zoo is closed so everyone please leave the zoo.`` The zookeeper walked to her car and drove out of the zoo parking lot.
”The zookeeper is gone,time to party!” thought Cecil.
Dusk, the raven, cawed at the zookeeper’s car when he drove
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“What are you doing to that wall?!"Sasha roared.
“Nothing." Cecil lied as he escaped quickly in the air duct.
Sasha growled furiously. She growled so loud that even the polar bears up in Antarctica could hear it.
The next morning, Holmes, the security dog, was inspecting the animal cages. When he ran past the reptile room,he picked up a scent. He followed the smell to the reptile room. He sniffed the poison dart frog exhibit.
“You’re not guilty,"Holmes announced.
“Well, I guess we are all done here,"Cecil glanced around nervously. Holmes inspected every cage in the reptile room except Cecil’s.
When Holmes was three steps out of the reptile room, he unexpectedly picked up a scent, which was about to reveal the animal who was behind the vandalized wall. The scent was coming from Cecil’s cage.
“I’m getting a smell."Holmes said,sniffing the air. The smell lead him all the way to Cecil’s cage. He inspected Cecil’s cage. ``I’m smelling traces of mud!"Holmes informed, ``and it coming from that pile of rocks!"
“Now, what is your name?" inquired Holmes.
“Cecil."Cecil responded.
“So,Cecil,"Holmes said curiously,``Were you sneaking out of your cage last night?"
“No."Cecil stammered, ``I…...I was…...in my cage,…….organizing…Ummm……...the plants.”
“Why is there a bucket of mud in your cage?"
“I...Ummm…...I Ummm……….I usually use mud to paint………rocks."
“So if you didn’t vandalize the wall,who did?"
“It was……Tyler. He did it."
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In the article "Death Of Beloved Lion Heats Up Criticism Of Big Game Hunting." NPR. NPR, n.d. Web. 26 Sept. 2016. it displays the horror that was led to believe that cecil’s killing was non negotiable. Evidence In the article it begins to explain the episodes beginning to happen due to the cause of the death. From the actions of the Dr.
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Holmes started school at the age of six, but this was not an easy experience for him. Constantly bullied by the older kids who were jealous of his great intelligence, Holmes began to shy away from many people. He came to feel worthless and that he did not belong because of the combination of violence at home and harassment at school. One day, his bullies made him touch a real skeleton his school owned. Scared at first, Holmes finally gave in to the bullies. He recalled feeling very fascinated as his hand was caressing the skeleton. This spark in Holmes led to the fire that was going to explode inside of him in the years to come. Having this close contact with a dead body is a foreshadow to the murders he would commit later in his life.
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Tim took it from George, took out a small vial, dumped the contents into a syringe, and administered the liquid to the tiger. As he did so, he also undid the clamp on the trap. The trap scratched his finger as the tiger awoke, leapt up, and ran to a nearby river. Just then, the ATVs arrived, but all their drivers saw was an empty trap and a bunch of footprints.
“Hey! Calm down and chill!” I yelled over to my dog. Manchitas might be a chihuahua, but he can really pull me when he wants, but that isn’t much since I’m just skin and bones. He frantically started digging and whining. I’d never seen him like this. Today, was my only day off of work, so I decided to take him on a long walk. I live in Miami, Florida and working as a forensic anthropologist, I am always busy.
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As Sam opened his eyes, he was taken aback. Cobwebs draped down from the ceiling to the ground. There was no lighting; the only trace of light was from the dusty window. The smell was what really surprised him. It smelled so good in here! He expected a place like this to be smelly, but instead it smelled like lavender and honey. He spied a plate that had some rice and vegetables, and a small bowl of curry. A cup of tea finished of the dazzling array of food. “Finally you’ve woken up,” a chiming voice startled Sam’s inspection. To his surprise, he saw a monkey. He was carrying a banana leaf with a container of something green. “You sure where lucky. Surviving a moose in rage is quite uncommon. You’re pretty uncommon yourself, with a birthmark on your forehead shaped like a star and a really quick reviving body. My name’s Looloo, and I’m the one who carried you home. You
When Ruby passed by the two infected, they had caught Chuckles attention and he began to bark and growl frantically at them. “Shut up… Shut up, Chuckles, Jeez!” Lovienthal cried out to his dog in a low demanding voice, full-well knowing his efforts would be unsuccessful. He knew that once Chuckles had his mind-set on something, there was only one thing that could take his attention away from it—Food. “Quick, find something for him to eat!” Lovienthal exclaimed. “What?” Mary asked, shrugging her shoulders, hands held out and supinated. “I don’t know…,” said Lovienthal, “anything that will shut him up, Jeez, C’mon. He’s a dog. He’ll eat anything. He eats his own turds for Christ sake.”
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