At the Zoo with the Wees

I volunteered today, through work, at the Central Park Zoo.
This is Starasha, my sweet Wee pal for the afternoon.
20 Wee pals in all.
A web of Wees, if you will...
The day pretty much consisted of hand in hand chaos: into the bushes, under fences, through hordes of other children, pointing, jumping, skipping, questioning.
I was certainly on my toes. Every second required strategy of one kind or another and it was near impossible to take photos.
Oh, potbellied pig. Sorry none of the Wees paid you mind and instead just squealed with joy and shouted about your piles of poo.
I honestly don't much enjoy zoos. They leave my stomach feeling hollow and stale. But under these circumstances, it was easier to see things through wee, awed eyes.
A day well spent, a wog well spent.
To the Wees of the world!
(Prize to anyone who can guess how to pronounce Starasha).