Ostrich
In a strong iron cage behind a wire fence in Franklin Park Zoo, Boston, lived George Washington, male ostrich. He was not friendly. Keepers knew that his bleak eye, long nose and haughty air of breeding had made him many an enemy, but they believed that he was safe. The cage and fence, they thought, would keep scornful George from violence. One morning last week they found him dead. Dreadful marks seamed his long throat, marks that made clear that the naked hands of a man...
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