Treasure Island

oskar hansen


The zoo


Little Marius was killed today, an eighteen months old giraffe,
the world cried and a facebook account was opened in
memory of little Marius that was fed to the lions. which in
a way was quite fitting as animals in the wild don´t do funerals.
Carnivores in zoos eat meat every day of animals slaughtered
elsewhere, it was therefore good for the children, at the zoo,
to see the reality of animal life it is not all fluffy teddy bears.
But shouldn´t all animals, be free? Little Marius had to die of
fear of inbreeding, which in the wild would not have happened.
We all eat each other we humans are on top of the food chain,
or so we think, except when we get lost in the tall Savannah
grass and become a lion´s quarry.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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