“Cleopatra, you said after your last little adventure, you wouldn’t venture out of here.”
“I’m not going into Manhattan this time. I’m going to explore our hood.”
“Which hood is that?”
“The other enclosures where we live. I want to see who else we share the hood with.”
Cleopatra slithered out of the Reptile House and started to wander through the acreage of the Bronx Zoo. Oh really, how pedestrian, she thought. Manhattan was much more fun. Now that I’m here though, I am going to make some fun. Maybe I will return to Manhattan.
Cleopatra found the primates area. She went to the Chimpanzees first.
Don’t let the face fool you. The Chimp screeched, grabbed some of his dung and flung it at Cleopatra, who dodged the incoming and bit the chimp.
“Chimp, you’re a chump now,” she hissed.
Next she went to the Great Apes and singled out one huge male. He just looked at Cleopatra. “I can cut you to size, big ape!”
The Primate House was a primate crime scene the next day. The zoo administration assumed Cleopatra struck again, only strike took on an entirely new meaning.
Detective Peter Deng, now in private practice, thanks to his marriage to the wealthy Italian widow Mrs. Deng, saw the stories from their villa in Italy. “I may need to do this myself, darling, I should have killed that awful cobra while I had the chance.”
She turned to him. “Darling, you have staff to do this.”
“No, I may have to see that this is done myself.”
New York City had an all points bulletin out for Cleopatra who decided to hide for the day, then sneak into Manhattan in the dead of night.
She wasn’t even noticed when she slithered up the familiar stairs at 177th Street and Tremont Avenue and went to the rear car of the train, which she had to herself. She carefully made her way down 44th Street in the wee hours and waited in hiding for Matilda to get on her favorite sofa.
Matilda, what are you going to do with this invasion of your space?