Flora didn't remember her mother or brother mentioning anything about the zoo; thus, she held her position, shoes digging into the ground beneath him, and stared at him with her arms crossed across her chest.

"I'm standing like this because I am annoyed with you," she huffed, subtly glancing around to see if anyone else—her family included—was approaching.

Nope.

"I hate being lost, and I hate being dragged like a puppy on a leash!" she complained, on the verge of tears once more. "I'm thirty and hungry, too; I think we were going to get some lunch!"

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