The Mysteriously Missing Giraffe

For Hebrew homework the other day, we were asked to make sentences with the verb "to love." In one of Jean's sentences, she stated that she loves giraffes. This started an interesting discussion and it came about that someone mentioned there is a giraffe along the main street on which Matt, Jean, and I all walk home.

A giraffe on our street? On the street that we walk on every single day to and from school? Why have we never seen this giraffe?

At first we thought it must be just one person's strange hallucination, but then another student in our class confirmed it. "That's crazy!" we all thought.

So yesterday we looked for it. We presumed it was around the little park that's along the road. The three of us went into the very busy, small park, split up and looked around bushes, behind a building, and across a fence. We even searched near the ice-cream kiosk. No giraffe.

"Maybe they're playing a joke on us?" one of us mentioned out loud.

In class, we asked again. Where is this mysteriously missing giraffe? Chuckling, a student said she'd show us after the pizza party. But Matt and I skipped out after the pizza party, so no giraffe hunting tour this afternoon.

Just to be sure we hadn't missed the obvious, Matt and I looked again on our way home. Still no giraffe.

I'm flummoxed how the three of us could miss a giraffe on the street! That's kind of something you'd think you'd notice. When Sunday classes start again, we'll insist on a giraffe hunting tour.

I'm starting to dream of giraffes...that can't be good.