Above is a picture of Garth-Floyd (foreground) sunning himself with his half-brother Cleavon just hours before writing this letter.
Below is Garth-Floyd's grievance letter, which cites his condemnation of zoo's owl population -- namely their obtrusive hooting.
I'm a sensitive type. Sensitivity comes with the territory of bein' a gazelle, you know. Just the way God made us. But---I just gotta make a complaint. You gotta do something about the owls. Evict em, send ‘em packing. If you don’t, I will.
I’ll break it down for you -- nice and simple like. I spent all morning and all my afternoon trottin’ around the fence, makin’ the kiddies smile. “Ohhhh look at the pretty deer,” they squeeled. Note: I ain’t no damn bambi. But…what do I do? I skip, and leap, and otherwise pretend to…frolick. Oh, I hate myself. The things I do for a handful of feed.
So, tonight, I really need the peace and quiet. But, to be fair, I am feeling pretty swell. I finally got that saucy lioness, Chompserella, to agree to hop her fence to go on a date with me! We are gonna rendezvous at the elephants' watering hole. Boy howdy, you shoulda seen her. Her eyes lit up. She told me she liked the sensitive types like me. She even licked her lips, hot damn! So if these damn owls mess this up, I’m gonna be mightily ticked.
So, to get on with it, I need my beauty sleep tonight, you see. Gotta look all fresh and irresistible for my date tomorrow.
And if these owls know what’s best for ‘em they better shut their beaks -- or else me and Chompsy are going to have them for dessert tomorrow night.
-Garth-Floyd the Gazelle
Editor’s Note: Garth-Floyd did not survive his date with Chompserella the lioness. Chompsy did, however, have the owls for dessert.