"Well if you throw enough shit some of it sticks..." comments the chameleon, remembering now to turn the
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"...that reminds me of my time when briefly I worked in a zoo, each morning we would walk through the ape house and see them all inside their glass houses, and greet Pepe the head chimp who was mad as a box of frogs, and then returning most lunchtimes, sitting at the top of the coliseum type concrete steps of the outside viewing area comprising from left to right the orang-utans, the chimps, and the gorrillas, who were separated by a high concrete wall, and from the public by a hand rail and a moat. We would sit and watch them quietly, eating our sandwiches, and as per usual at this time the school kids would ariive in their crocodile lines, naturally heading to the front, shouting and screaming excitedly, but before too long it would degenerate, and several would start throwing things at them, and Pepe would come and sit at the edge of the other side of the moat, naturally protecting his pack, displaying his dominance, not taking kindly to being pelted with peanuts no matter how tasty, and when the kids would start throwing small stones at him instead. He would repsond by casually shitting in his hand, to howls of disgust, and then throwing it all over them, splattering them in shit, then seemingly laughing his head off. Hence why we always sat at the back".
