The broken safari By Zoe
Finally, we arrived at West-Midlands Safari Park. The journey felt like one million hours. I could hear the loud booms of the gorillas and constant call of the parrots as I stepped out the vehicle.
“My favourite place!” I muttered under my breath. Music boomed from behind the gates,shouts and screams echoed and the sound of laughter filled the air.
“Can you hear that Dad? The loud animals!”
He just shook his head. I knew it. It was true. I could read animals. Slowly, we jogged to the gate. Furry animals and rough animals climbed over us. It was magical.