A+Trip+to+the+Zoo

A Trip to the Zoo "Honey? Honey? Hooooooooney?!" my mom’s voice sounded just like a little buzzing in my ear. "Ya mom?" I finally answered. "Sorry Emma, but you looked a little dazed there!" "Oops! Well, I’m just mesmerized by that beautiful polar bear! I wonder how soft her fur is. And how warm she is… this room is really cold!" Sometimes people say I’m nosy. I just say I’m curious. "Yes, very well honey, but I don’t want you getting any ideas on how to find out if she really is as soft as fleece, and how warm she is." My mom woke me out of my day dreaming mind again. "Wow!!! Look over there!!! At that purple and green flamingo!" I know what I just did might not be the nicest thing, but hey! I want to meet this polar bear! As my mom searched for this "purple and green flamingo", I quickly read the sign saying information about the big, white beauty. It said her name is Daisy, and she is 8 years old. She knows how to do many tricks. "What? Where? Honey, I’ll be right back, I just want to go check out those pretty birds." Sometimes my mom can be a little gullible. As she went over muttering about beautiful birds, I quickly climbed over the short fence and leaped on to the slippery cold rocks surrounding the polar bear’s tank. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaa! Weeeeeeeeee!!" as I landed, I found out just how slippery those rocks were. I slipped and fell into rocking waves of sheer coldness. While I plummeted to the bottom, I felt something swim by me. There it is again! Now it’s under me. Rising, rising up to me, and pushing me out of the water. "Oh my gosh Emma! Oh Emma! Swim over here! Towards me! That’s it! Don’t get eaten by the giant bear!" my mom had seen me. "Thank you very much Daisy. I probably would have drowned if you had not saved me." I said. Who ever said that polar bears couldn’t understand English? "Mom! I’m fine. Daisy saved me." I reassured my frantic mom. Finally I was out of the polar bear’s tank, and was warming up in a huge, fluffy towel a zookeeper gave me. "Now Emma, don’t you ever, ever do that again. You scared me!!" my mom is such a worrywart. Plus she knows that something like that is going to happen a million more times. But here we finish the story of how the 13-year-old girl fell into a polar bear’s tank at 9:30 a.m. in New York City.