Big mouths

On same days, unusual memories take on the patina of great entertainment. Today is a same day. Winter isn’t gone. Spring isn’t anywhere around Chicago. Today’s headlines duplicate yesterday’s headlines.

So I am entertained, remembering feeding a rhinosaurus, while writing a zoo feature at Brookfield Zoo.

The rhino keeper, Kate, didn’t need to let me feed Sarah, which is the rhinosaurus’ name. I didn’t anticipate feeding Sarah. And, I did a bad job of it.

In a room with a concrete floor and windows without glass, Kate gave me a hamburger bun and the go-ahead to profer it to Sarah, who stood so close to me, her breathing sounded like the hum of an approaching motorcycle. I stuck out the bun in the vicinity of her head, aiming poorly with shut eyes.

Like a whisper, something briefer than a gasp touched my hand, soft. Eyes open, bun gone, eye to eye with Sarah, her big-big mouth chewing, I knew gentleness and thank her still.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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