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Stefan
::Lovely mongoose, and very clearly yellow in their fur.
IIvAnIMaL
::This was an atrocious deception. I feel like my trust was violated by ZSL. I arrived at the zoo on a bleak Autumn morning. The sky was a miserable palate of drowned sorrow and disbelief in the concept of time and egg ramen. The wind howled a beastly howl, a howl from another dimension. As I approached the yellow mongooses, I sensed an aura of existentialism. And sweat. My own sweat. After walking for what seemed like days, years, eons. I reached the yellow mongooses. Our eyes caught each other's gaze immediately. Literally, in an infinitesimally small amount of time from me entering the mongooses elusive, multi-dimensional, semi-existential enclosure, we locked gazes. BUT. To my shock horror. After finally after hours of intense staring into each others eyes, and exchanging telepathic thoughts about Reimann geometry, quantum field theory and algebraic number theory, I was able to look upon its entire form. I was amazed, in awe. The mongoose was NOT yellow. I cannot describe the colour it was. Only to saw it was a kind of transparent, black that spoke to me, and told me all the secrets of the universe, and many other universes future, past, present, other. I was expecting a yellow mongoose. This is not what I got. Very disappointed.