The giraffe nodded slowly, then spat out a crumpled napkin with a single word written in ketchup: “Okomfo.”
The sweltering African sun beat down on the red earth of the Serengeti. Inside a rattling Land Rover, Ace Ventura adjusted his zebra-print bucket hat, stuck two fingers in his mouth, and let out a shrieking, warbling call that sent a nearby troop of baboons scattering. ace ventura in africa
“You again,” Ace said.
Ace knelt beside a pile of dung, sniffed it deeply, and nodded. The giraffe nodded slowly, then spat out a
“Tuesday,” he mumbled through fur. “Definitely Tuesday.” The giraffe nodded slowly
Suddenly, a dust storm erupted. Out of the whirlwind stumbled a giraffe wearing sunglasses.
Ace grinned. “The witch doctor. Of course. Let’s go shake some spears.”