A Binturong's Journal Entry
This afternoon I lounged on my perch, as is my usual practice during the daytime. One of those hairless bipeds came unusually close to my pen. He stared at me a while and snapped some photos. What was particularly striking about this individual, though, were his continued attempts to smell the air near my pen. Over and over he inhaled long whiffs as if he obsessively sought my butter-popcorn-scented musk. Disappointment crossed his face.
The story does not end there, however. Twice more this same afternoon this particular biped returned to my pen and again strongly inhaled the surrounding air. On both occasions he appeared disappointed with his olfactory abilities.
The zookeeper left me some grapes. They were tasty.
The story does not end there, however. Twice more this same afternoon this particular biped returned to my pen and again strongly inhaled the surrounding air. On both occasions he appeared disappointed with his olfactory abilities.
The zookeeper left me some grapes. They were tasty.