Wild in the Streets
For the last fortnight, I’ve run into this truck on my morning dog walks. Pixel and Raster always stare up at the collection of animals quietly, looking a little perplexed. The driver, a fifty something Arab-looking guy, smiles.
Yesterday, Pixel broke form, and barked repeatedly at the big white tiger. I was unsure as to whether it was because he was the closest to the sidewalk, or because it looked familiar, but didn’t smell particularly alive.