That bright Saturday afternoon, Baron Crossridge visited Podmore Zoological Gardens for the first time, under the supposition that they might sell some falconry equipment, as his was beginning to wear. His supposition, it quickly transpired, was incorrect, and thus he found himself in the middle of a very busy zoo with an intense desire to extract himself from the crowds.

The best he could do was wander the long way around the zebra enclosure, but as he did so he realised this did not lead to an exit. He gazed dully back the way he came, where masses of loudly curious patrons and squealing children went merrily about their weekend. Djura couldn't bring himself to carve a path through the crowds... and so he remained here for now, leaning on the edge of the zebra enclosure, admiring the zig-zagged beasts and feeling just as trapped as they were.