On Monday we woke up (some of us anyway) bright and early rode to the Omaha Zoo. We borrowed Aunt Sarah's van so we had lots of leg room.
When we got to the zoo not all of the animals were in cages. Some animals had been turned in to statues and others had escaped before the cage makers discovered that a tall fences couldn't hold butterflies.
After escaping the angry hippo we got lost in the desert (but we were happy as you can see)
The butterfly house and the shark tank were very nice too.
Even the landscaping had animals in it.
It was a jungle out there and James and Michael were each adopted by different animals.
We call James Lizardman now and Michael is called Rrrrrooorgh (or Simba in Lion-speak).
After feeding the fish (and monkeys) we started to get tired. Until...
...we had to rescue Dudley Doright and Snidely Whiplash from the Clutches of the evil tour guide Nell Fenwick who had tied them to the tour train tracks.
Then we went home.
