It was our midterm, I decided to go to the zoo. It was the perfect weather. The birds sang as I walked in. The zoo was massive and wonderful. I went from the striped zebras all the way to the pink flamingos. The singing birds were now quite painful. On the way back, there was a report that the new-born giraffe Dusty was missing. They closed off a part of the zoo. I thought it would be a good idea to head home. To my surprise, I saw Dusty in front of me. I quickly brought Dusty back. It was the end of a perfect day.