Many, many years ago, Mr. Mhor was a small boy.
His class at school were taken to the Opening Day of the Blair Drummond Safari Park.
All was going well, until the teachers got Class X (yes, I know – that needs a post to itself) to sit under a tree.
The animals – deer, goats, giraffes etc, were (apparently) permitted to wander at will. Class X had already admired the gorillas on their secluded island.
Mr. Mhor took out his sandwich (cheese, if that is relevant) and took his first bite. Foolishly, he waved it above his head (no, I do not know why, either) and a giraffe seized his chance, and took it.
Seconds later the giraffe swallowed it whole. Mr. Mhor claims that the giraffe did not even bother to chew the sandwich, which showed that it had no table manners.
Knowing Mr. Mhor as I do, this is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
The rest of Class X removed themselves and their sandwiches immediately from the danger zone. They also laughed heartily.
Mr. Mhor was provided with a second sandwich, so all was well.
I cannot help wondering what would happen if I bought some circular square sausage from the Robbing Butcher, which was subsequently eaten by a giraffe (anything is possible nowadays) if the Robbing Butcher would supply replacement circular square sausage.
Since the RB has no reputation for altruism, it seems unlikely.
