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Sloth Kisses

a trip to the zoo

By Jenna SediPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Scimitar Horned Oryx (extinct in the wild) at the Kansas City Zoo

“What’s the password?” Zachary asked me, teasing.

I smirked, shaking my head. “No, come on, get up!”

He snored, “Nope. You’ve gotta guess the password to wake me up.” He snuggled deeper into the weary wooden bench. I glanced out into the waving savannah below us. Our overlook’s pergola gave the perfect break from the sun on a hot Texan day. A group of oryx grazed in the field.

“Fine,” I relented with a smile. “Is the password ‘Sage is the best’?”

A laugh, “Nooo!”

“Pfft, okay then,” My eyes rolled. “How about ‘tacos’?”

He cracked an eyelid at that one, “Hmm, no. But that is a great idea, Greenbean.”

“Zac,” I shoved his arm. “I wanna see the tropic house! With the sloth, remember?”

“Shh, the sloth isn’t going anywhere, I promise.” Smartass. “You have to guess.”

The wooden railing bit into my forearms when I leaned on it, turning away from his antics. An ostrich had ventured closer to the herd, pecking the ground impatiently. “Is it ‘zoo’?” A hail mary.

“Nooope.”

“Zachary,” I looked back at him. He had kicked his long legs up onto the bench, one bent up and the other splayed out, hanging off the edge. His green eyes were dark in the shade. And his tawny curls kissed away the dew on his forehead. “I don’t know, okay? Why can’t you just reset your password for me?”

His eyes fuzzed far away, slender fingers scratching at his stubble. “Hmm,” he debated, “alright. Only for you, though, Sagey.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “The new password is… ‘Zac is amazing’!”

A snort forced its way out of my chest, “Alrighty then, ‘Zac is amazing’. Can we go now please?”

“But it’s so nice here in the shade,” he whined. “Come here, come sit with me, hun.” Zachary flipped himself upright, tugging me down into his lap. His lips feathered over my cheek.

“Look out there,” he whispered, tickling me with the air on his words. “Someday, you are going to change everything. This zoo is going to be the best in the world because of your passion. The animals here are so lucky, and they don’t even know it yet. Those deer down there are gonna have the best lives here. They would be stupid to pass up on your design.” He pressed a proper kiss to my temple. “Everything that the light touches, is yours, Sagey.”

I smiled, melting into his cheesiness like butter on a pan. “I love you, doofus.”

“I love you too, sloth girl. Let’s get a move on, then.” Zachary stood with me, his hand finding my own and leading me along.

Down a long, sun-beaten path we watched elephants play with a feeder ball, dromedary camels snooze in the shade, and painted dogs romp in a mud wallow. Finally, the landscaping became less ‘grassland’ and more ‘rainforest.’

The tropic house knelt beneath two enormous mimosa trees, and pink flowers drifted down on the breeze. Heat-bleached doors swung open with a creak, blasting a jet of cool, humid air across our faces. Quiet chatter of birds punctuated the rolling swell of running water.

“Wow,” I whispered, staring up at the skylight. The plants stretched all the way up, as if they believed they could break through the window and reach the sun. No matter how many times I visited, this structure always awed me.

“Check these guys out!” Zachary nearly had his nose pressed to the glass of the cotton-top tamarin exhibit. I smiled, latching onto his arm while we watched the playful critters. One of the young males posted himself on a cantilevered log, staring intently at us through the barrier. Their enclosure was scattered with enrichment toys and little food scraps. Another tamarin batted at what looked suspiciously like a cat toy.

“Where’s the sloth?” He asked me, turning away from the monkeys.

“Just up this way.” We walked under a plexiglass bridge that connected two sections of the gibbon enclosure. The golden monkey was lazing in a tree, scratching his side.

Finally we reached a large exhibit at the back of the house. The sloth, prehensile porcupine, capybara, and a few larger birds all shared the massive diorama.

“There he is.” I grinned as the sloth slept in a net hammock tied between two palms. What a cutie. “His name is Diego.”

“Shouldn’t he be called Sid?” Zachary earned a little punch to the arm.

“Sure, but then you have to be that horrid Granny sloth.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Watch out, Greenbean,” he swooped toward me, “Imma gum you!”

He pressed sloppy, wet kisses to my face, and my cackles rivaled the toucans.

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About the Creator

Jenna Sedi

What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.

Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.

Passionate about conservation and sustainability.

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