Where they keep the exotic animals

Aaron, Bella, and Isolde walked along the path of the zoo Isolde standing between them holding both their hands. He felt like Isolde needed more time out of the house, though she still was having trouble getting along with kids her age, he wanted to make her feel as much like a normal little girl as he could. OF course this trip was different for Isolde then for most kids, as they couldn't TALK to the Animals.

  Bella smiled at him, even as Isolde was drawing a crowd of the animals, each of them pressing close as they drew near, and some of them showing off for her, clearly drawn to her like magnets.

Aaron stood next to his daughter as the animals started gathering around her. "You sure are popular here sweetie." He said with a smile.

  Isolde giggled, and said "They're happy to be able to talk to me.  That's part of why I'm so unlikely to ever be attacked by any animal, unless it's sick or being coerced, Daddy.  I can talk to all of them."

He smiled as his daughter watched the animals. "Well I'm glad they like you, looks like this was a good choice for an outing."

  She giggled, and said "I'm usually about as safe as I can be around any animals, because they can talk to me."

"Maybe you could do animal shows when you grow up. Have them do fancy tricks and stuff." He took his daughter by the hand and continued walking through the zoo.

  Isolde giggled, and said "Oh Daddy, what would people think if I went around having wild animals do totally wild tricks?  If I wanted to do that, I would just have all the Animal Farm animals come traveling with me.  They're smarter.  After all, they're all a bit humanized too."

Aaron smiled at his daughter as he started walking towards the zoo cafeteria. "Lets get some lunch and sit for a while then we can go back to the animals."

  She held his hand as they walked, then said "Fair enough, Daddy.  Do you think I should have the Animals all come to Meg's, eventually?  They do miss having me or Mommy around, and they can all behave nice  . . . "