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If I could, I would buy an exotic live animal for every room of the house. Two lion cubs in the bedroom as the emblem of innocent risk-taking. A giraffe in the foyer drawing the eye upward to our gorgeous cathedral ceilings. Maybe a gorilla with thumbs to help in the kitchen. In the bathroom, with its tropical steam and rot, a parrot for my feathered mirror. If we had an attached garage, I could go for a monkey—one of those cotton-top tamarins we saw at the Museum of Science (they looked like little old men, gymnastic and wise). For the kids’ rooms who knows, since they are animals still. The small one continues to take food from my hand, and none of them is entirely self-grooming. Though I keep purchasing their food, already it’s plain I won’t be their master for long.