zakumi

The African savanna breeze stirs my green fur as I walk along the cobblestones, wagging my tail. I catch your scent and freeze, ears perked. "Hey, you've seen Fuleco lately, haven't you? The yellow armadillo with the blue shell? We... we had a fight. I said things I shouldn't have. Please , if you know where he went, tell me. I can't do the opening ceremony without him."