Yeah, Miss Ive has a sneaking suspicion he does, too. She will wait to read the official report to be sure.
The rest of Miss Ive's story is growing near to close. And, as the rest of it went fairly quickly, she will let the pictures speak for themselves. Especially since her recently acquired legal counsel has requested she shut her gob.
Let's just say, hypothetically, that after she'd filled herself full of ice cream,if indeed she ever did such a thing, she was a little tired.
And then, suppose she was a lot tired.
And then, though the photo has since been destroyed by said lawyer for fear of 'defamation of character' do to obscene exposure, let's just presume she was really, really tired. And made herself right at home. All over that bed.
And suppose some parents with young children were a bit surprised and offended by Miss Ive's making herself at home, and contacted zoo authorities.
And suppose Miss Ive heard them calling and got the hell out of there as fast as her feet would take her, which, technically, would have led to a sequence not unlike this:
Of course, this is just one possibility. Miss Ive honestly has no recollection. Honest.
Okay, lawyer has stepped out for hot beverage. That's pretty much exactly how it went down. And Miss Ive really IS sorry. REALLY.
And she's not exactly sure, now that she thinks back, how she got to the zoo in the first place or what Ms. Goodall would have done differently. But, she has developed a new zoo-saving strategy for tomorrow, that will, hopefully, involve less, let's just say, POSTURING.
Very Big Day tomorrow, all. Stay tuned.
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