The chicken was on the stove, cooling a little. The rice was done and being kept warm by the steamer. The salad was in a bag, so prep time was minimal.
Jasper was back at the computer just as the drum roll kicked in. It was an interesting angle, but seemed very focused. He pursed his lips in thought and typed:
The flash in the pan, you're saying? The President visits, everyone 'ooooo's and 'ahhhhhh's, and when the cameras stop rolling, all the people go home? And what's all this about seeking reassurance for our own species? You're reading the press and listening to the news and, perhaps, being unduly influenced about the focus here. The zoo is for the survival of many species and for the promotion of the plight of others. And so Humanity has an opportunity to save as many as possible from our great-grandparents, who didn't realize what they were doing, and the poachers and furriers, who know all too well what they're doing, but don't give a shit.
As for children? We don't have any, in case you hadn't noticed. And if we did, we'd dress them up and parade them around and expect them to play with a ball. Sound familiar?