‘So strange. All these days in Lockdown and all I can see is weird looking creatures wearing masks and walking alone.’
‘They are called humans,’ came a voice from the kitchen, ‘and if they see you they will lock you up in a place they call a Zoo. Best stay away from the window and relax with some rich leaves from Kenya. Acacia. Your favourite.’
Giraffe sits on couch. Munches the leaves. Picks up Guardian newspaper. Reads.
‘It says here in that another wave will soon arrive and Xmas cards will be banned. Maybe they will send us back to Africa.’
Closes eyes. Drifts into a deep sleep.
A banging on the door. Shouts of ‘OPEN UP.
POLICE HERE. WE BELIEVE YOU HAVE A GIRAFFE IN YOUR HOUSE. AGAINST LOCKDOWN RULES.’
He woke up sweating..A crazy dream. No police at the door.
‘Don’t believe a word they say in the Media,’ his mother said, standing at the kitchen door, drying her hands. ‘Now get those leg muscles moving and let’s go for a stroll to Mombassa….
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