One summer I worked at the world-class St. Louis zoo and saw a giraffe born. There was one giraffe, and then a thud and some fluid, and there was another one in a puddle. It only took a few minutes to start walking around. Those things apparently breed like bunnies.
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Bing McGhandi
One summer I worked at the world-class St. Louis zoo and saw a giraffe born. There was one giraffe, and then a thud and some fluid, and there was another one in a puddle. It only took a few minutes to start walking around. Those things apparently breed like bunnies.
HJ
Oct 30th, 2007
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