For some reason I found myself at something that wasn't quite a zoo and wasn't quite a sanctuary - more a Borstal for Delinquent Animals. All the rejects from various zoos gathered together like the start of an Aardman film, ready to bust out or take on a suicidal mission in return for a full pardon. I don't know what they'd done - pecked out children's tender little eyes, monkeying around, looked at each others' birds - but here they were, in the animal slammer behind a garden centre, doing a life stretch.
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| '…with some fava beans and a nice Chianti'. |
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| 'I've seen things, man, some real dark things' |
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