A Good Ol' Fashioned Love Story

She gave me a picture, I gave her my heart. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Harv was waiting for me at the far end of the tank today. I had been a cooler day, with the sun spending most of it behind a cloud. Not that I was complaining - It's been a hell of a week so far. First it was the kids from the private school who started yelling fat jokes at me, then a drunken frat boy puked in our pool, but by far, it had to be that goddamn giraffe sticking his neck where it didn't belong. That was the last straw. I got so pissed off that I charged the wall separating our two enclosures.
Bad move.
Not only did that long necked bastard get the pleasure of watching me practically bash my brains out, but he also laughed at me. I swear, I'm gonna get that spindly legged freak and show him the meaning of awkward social situations.
I was muttering to myself when Harv interrupted me.
"Yo, Steve, how's the head?"
I looked up, startled, opening my mouth. "Damnit Harv! Don't do that!" Harv backed up quickly, and I closed my mouth. As we walked back into the feeding pen, I sighed and prepared myself for another boring evening of grasses and fruits.
"Hey, it looks like we got a feeder!" Harv said as he entered the building. Glancing up, my heart stopped. At first I thought she was Taweret in physical form, but then I realized that she was just a very beautiful, albeit skinny human. I was lost.
Over the following weeks, I looked forward to her in the feeding pen. Whenever she would come by, I would open my mouth and posture for her. A couple of times I chased Harv around, just to show her how awesome I was. I finally stopped when I chased him into the gate, bending the bars.
I thought she might be digging me, but I wasn't sure, until last night, when she dropped a photo into the pen. It was then that I knew that it was true love. Wanna see the picture?



Isn't she gorgeous?