The Quill Sister Rescue Society

There was a news story in the Picayune this weekend that gave me pause.

First off, did you people know that there is a Cleveland in Tennessee? There is. Did you know that you’re allowed to have zebras in Cleveland, Tennessee? We didn’t either. This seems like the place to live, right? If they’ll let you have a zebra then I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t even have to sneak in a hedgehog or a wee leopard. Probably no one would even notice.

The reason I know about this zebra business is because there was the afore-mentioned news story. Apparently a zebra escaped

Zeek looks a bit rambunctious, doesn’t he?

from his farm by jumping a high fence and has been running free for the last three weeks or so. Several people have called from their homes and businesses to report seeing the animal.

Can you imagine that? You’re looking out your kitchen window, maybe having your first cup of coffee; Perhaps you’re not really alert. And there in the street is a zebra, plain as day. Something similar happened to me with a peacock.

Or you’re getting your hair done. Or at a therapy session. Or standing in line at the bank.

Either way, you know the first call to the police department didn’t go well.

By the way, the zebra’s name is Zeek, which is a great name for a zebra even if his owners don’t know how to spell. In fact, that’s an excellent excuse for us to pop on over to Tennessee and wrangle a zebra. We can ride him home.