Two zoo keepers are chatting over a coffee.
The gibbon keeper says: "So how come you don't want to work with gibbons then? They're awesome."
The orangutan keeper replies: "They're alright, but they're not great apes..."
Get it? Great Apes... Made it up all by myself. Okay, so maybe my comedy career is limited. But maybe I could get a crowd of primatologists? Ones with no sense of humour? No? Okay, I'll stick to the day job then.
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Monday, 27 September 2010
A Small Joke...
I created this blog to document my year living in the jungle in Kinabatangan, Sabah.
I work in animal care at a rescue centre and as a freelance writer.
Follow me on Twitter @Rachelhenson
Sunday, 4 January 2009
The Twelve Days of Christmas (part one)
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
An orangutan in a fig tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two silvered langurs and an orangutan in a fig tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three french men, two silvered langurs and an orangutan in a fig tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Four calling gibbons, three french men...
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Five rambutan...
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Six flying hornbills...
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Seven crocs-a-swimming...
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eight proboscis monkeys...
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Nine giant geckos...
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Ten thousand ants...
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eleven bleeding leechbites...
On the twelth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve million mosquitoes...
(Music: traditional, Revised lyrics: R. Henson)
An orangutan in a fig tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two silvered langurs and an orangutan in a fig tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three french men, two silvered langurs and an orangutan in a fig tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Four calling gibbons, three french men...
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Five rambutan...
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Six flying hornbills...
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Seven crocs-a-swimming...
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eight proboscis monkeys...
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Nine giant geckos...
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Ten thousand ants...
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eleven bleeding leechbites...
On the twelth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve million mosquitoes...
(Music: traditional, Revised lyrics: R. Henson)
I created this blog to document my year living in the jungle in Kinabatangan, Sabah.
I work in animal care at a rescue centre and as a freelance writer.
Follow me on Twitter @Rachelhenson
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