Zoopootoo

By Anarita Botelho

Zoopootoo looked at the tiny monkey. He was amazed at the void in its eyes. The teeny monkey threw his banana at Zoopootoo, who grabbed it, peeled it, bit into it, and savored it slowly, never taking his eyes from that monkey’s vacant look.

The sad Zoopootoo paced just like that little monkey. Every five seconds, like an alarm clock, Zoopootoo stopped and glanced at the other cages, looking for a kind expression, a response.

Blue Zoopootoo missed his family very much, especially his playful young: Caged and Exiled. He cried every night, like a sorrowful wolf, this poor, forsaken man!