“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It looks like a zebra,” her brother replied.
“Do zebras bite?”
“Don’t be stupid!”
“I’m not a zebra expert!” she exclaimed.
Henry and Taylor approached the creature standing in their backyard. It was in the middle of the vegetable garden, chewing on the tomato plants.
Henry approached the zebra and petted it. It didn’t seem to notice.
A truck pulled into the driveway. A man got out.
“That’s my zebra.”
Henry looked at his fur coat. It was spotted.
“I’m sorry. This zebra is ours. He has been for years.”