Or maybe that llama is just pleading with me to put it out of its misery.
It may not be surrounded by water, but a petting zoo is an island of misfit farm animals. Sure, I’m a regular girl who lives for pony rides, but my dream doesn’t involve a bony nag tied to an creaking equestrian merry-go-round. I love deer…when they are happily springing away from me through the forest. I find sheep adorbs, but I don’t want to pet their fleece; I want to knit it. I’m interested in the cheese—not the e coli—that a molting goat is offering up.
The poo zoo review is in: this one's a stinker.