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Don't Call
Me Baby!
 This
tough-looking animal peering through the little slits of her
lowered eyelids while sucking on celery as if it were a cigar
is none other than the former 'Baby Gorilla'. Can you believe
it?
There was no more motherly supervision as she dangled idly by
one paw, ran along a vine tightrope with a 'look ma, no hands!'
air and surveyed her Domain from the treetops.
Of course she had a few words to say to her animal friends.
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Hey! You with the
feathers! Duckie! Watch out behind ya!!
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Who, me? Watch out?
Why?....Yikes! What the heck is that? I'm outta here!
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Heh heh, Anteater,
stuck? I hear Weight Watchers has a great new program.
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Mind your own business. I'm not
stuck - just trying to decide...in or out, in or out.
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Yo! Tigers. Here's an idea. Get
a room!
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Here's a suggestion
for you, Nosy. Get a life! Grrrrr.
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Yoohoo, Wallaroo!
(Heehee, that rhymes). I hope you have sunscreen on!
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Oh hush! I'm practising.
*Na na na-na na-na, this angel is the centerfold.*
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Siamangs! Either you
need Robitussin or singing lessons. Talk about a sour note!
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Wait! Who said that?
I don't see you. Is this place haunted? Are you a ghost? Oh dearie me.
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Do I hear the sounds
of lunch being served? Time to go. Buh-bye.
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Buh-bye.
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