Today, I went to the zoo. I went alone. I could have called Ronny, or maybe even Bailey, but I decided that the zoo would be nice, by myself. I watched an elephant bathe and poop. I watched a baby orangutan climb a tree to meet its mother. I watched a snow leopard lie still on its back under a rocky ledge. I looked on as an ostrich walked towards me with its feathers swelling. Its long legs carried it like a woman with something on her mind. Then, I counted the number of penguins in the aquarium. 26. I pet a rabbit and a lizard. I spotted a skunk and watched beavers build a dam.
When I got home, I read a story about a man who collected things from the ocean and put these things--eels, starfish, fish, an octopus--into a fish tank. Then, he put a sea cucumber into the tank and everything died and he smashed the tank so that everything, dead and dying, went onto his floor.
He didn't know that the sea cucumber was poisonous. Does that make him a murderer?
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