Zebra Zoos
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The Doctor and Donna, for a change, went to Earth to have fun. They chose the most inconspicuous place they could, to be free of running and life or death situations.
"Tigers, gorillas, porcupines, anteaters. . . all in one place!" the Doctor said to Donna as they entered a zoo somewhere in America in the 3745th century.
"That is the purpose of a zoo, Doctor," Donna smiled at him—over 900 years old, and still smiling like a kid at Christmas at the prospect of seeing all the animals.
"I know, Donna!" nothing could dampen his mood. "But it is amazing!"
"Yes," Donna agreed. "Amazing!"
The tigers he was talking about, as well as the gorillas, porcupines, and anteaters, were only descendants of the original Earth animals. They barely resembled their ancestors, being much more useful and intelligent. For them, being in a zoo was a part-time job, one they took very seriously.
"Hmm. . ." the Doctor squinted through his glasses (Donna was beginning to think he really needed them) at the map. "Where are they?"
"Who?" Donna wondered.
"Zebras," the Doctor said. "There are always supposed to be zebras in zoos!"
Donna sighed and took his hand, leading him to the exhibit. Which was right next to them.
This is the last chapter of my consecutive A-Z part of the aphabet. The next chapters will be the prompts I got while writing the story.