Today I was going to the zoo with my friend. We started off at the monkey enclosure. The monkeys sang a painful song. We moved on to the giraffes. As soon as they saw me they ran away, kicking up a dusty cloud. 

I heard someone shouting for help.

I ran across the bridge to find one of the zookeepers leaning over an injured giraffe. When I walked over I could see a fresh pink cut that was on its front left leg. 

‘Go and get the vet!’ she told me. I ran as fast as my legs could go.