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If a lion could speak, it would not understand itself.


How much can a Koala bear?

Quite a bit, apparently...

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Roddy said…
Obviously Zoo Doo is very hands on.
Babzy.B said…
So cute , my son is a bit jealous ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, not when it comes to lions!
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, koalas are very docile.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I've not heard of a koala mauling someone.
Priyanka Khot said…
is one supposed to be scared of only those creatures that are known to have mauled someone? I would never go this near anything which is not a human or a dog (not necessarily in that order).
Roddy said…
And the babies shall lie down beside the lions. Is that how it goes?
Hi! Kris,
That is a great shot of Henry and the Koala bear...Ah! I now know what to place on my Christmas list...a Koala bear and a Panda bear.
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
Tash said…
What a lucky little guy - the coala, I mean. Really wonderful shot. Hen will appreciate having a memory of those moments.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Koalas are lovely!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, they make miserable pets.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I have Ez and the koala coming up!

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