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Mr Mowbray’s Magical Menagerie
“Well, Mr Mowbray, the invisible parrot has escaped from its
cage again.” Jaz announced as she walked into his office.
Mr Mowbray sighed as he put his pen down and looked up from
his desk. He was finalising a feed order
so that when his Menagerie opened in an hour, he could focus on entertaining
the public. Although it was not truly
invisible, as in see through, this particular of species of bird had chameleon
like abilities when it came to camouflage.
“How did he get out this time?” Mr Mowbray asked his most
senior zoo keeper.
“Don’t know, but I suspect it must have been when Alfred
checked the water last night. No one
else has been in the aviary and the door wasn’t unlocked. If you want him back in his cage before any
visitors get here, you’ll have to come and help look for him. You know he only shows his colours for you,
Mr Mowbray.”
Mr Mowbray did indeed know this. The invisible parrot knew who was boss and
who wasn’t, and would only respond to absolute authority. Wondering where the parrot might be this
time, as it was not a creature of habit, Mr Mowbray picked up his whistle and followed
Jaz out of the office and into the heart of his menagerie.
