The Koala saga

Yes, I refuse to use Kleenex until this mess is cleaned up.

Now, this gets a bit ridiculous here but it’s something that has been nagging to get organized for a long time. Too long. You know how chewing gum gets after a few years under the table. Residing at a certain zoo (which shall remain nameless for reasons that will become obvious) are several koalas, a sleepy looking marsupial native to eastern Australia. They are looked after by a kind and watchful staff and by all appearances are quite happy about their captivity. The personnel assigned to koala care have given the loveable little animals all pet names. The two original koalas at the zoo were Cookie and Archie. Then there was Cheri and Dwight and Pepe. At a zoo New Year’s party, two more were named Spike and Roman. There are two new acquisitions one from Europe and one from Africa: Virgil and Afro. In recent years there was also a new birth but that one was quickly taken by another zoo. Its name was to be Owen or Open, or something like that. And that’s it.