My seven fatherless children
come running towards us through the forest. Roger, Shelley,

Fiona Mark,
Gonzalo and
the twins.



They have been swimming and are aware of, and
slightly accusatory about the zoo.

"The wild animals are kept in cages! It's not fair," they cry

expecting action.









Fiona is wearing her blue taffeta
dress and defensively clutching a
struggling turtle.