“I didn’t know they served those in here,” she said, her lip curling. She spoke softly. She’d heard that rhinos had excellent hearing.
The rhinoceros lifted his spoon and sipped at his soup. The bar stool creaked ominously.
“It’s not enough I have to sit next to them on the bus,” she went on, warming to her topic. “They ought to ship them all back to Africa.”
“I think that’s an Asian one. Look at the horn.”
The entire restaurant went silent. The rhinoceros’ ears flicked.
The lion removed his glasses and glared regally as he entered and sat.
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