John the Giraffe paced himself as he strolled down the disinfectant-smelling halls of Ward 23. It’d been over 3 months since he’d last seen his brother Gerald and when they had last parted company it had been on rather unbrotherly terms. Something about a measly sum of Serengetti leaves owed to the other. It was petty, but both John and Gerald stood on principles. John increased the pace of his trot, ducking every so often to barely miss being decapitated by the impossibly low doorframes.

Geralds wife Joanne had just given born to a calf, so there was no excuse. Entering the room the scent of musk and baby powder was overwhelming.
“John, so glad you could make it. Come meet Johan”
Two tiny eyes, with lashes as thick as a forrest slowly opened atop a frail speckled head. Johan looked up at his uncle and gave a weak little squeak followed by a smile. Attempting to get up to greet this new visitor Johan’s wobbly little legs gave-way half way through, sending him plummeting back into the interwoven bedsheets layed out on the bedroom floor. Joanne nestled the newborn with her long neck.
“What a beautiful calf, you two! Congratulations. Awww he has his mother’s spots.”

30 minutes later John was walking back down the same corridor in which he entered. Arching his head down to his right side he pulls out a mobile telephone and speed-dials 1.
“Oh my god Josephine. That was the ugliest damn baby I have ever seen.”
“Well get home quickly hun. There’s a show on about just that, babies. Awww they’re about to put the humans on. Nawww. Adorable”



Joined July 2008

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