Chimp Keeps Pointing At Visitor’s Bag, Then Zookeeper Finds Out Why

I think I know

Later that evening, the vet stood by the window, arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes were narrowed, focused on Ivey as she sniffed around the enclosure, her tail held high.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, then turned slowly to Amber. “I think I know what she is,” he said. “But it doesn’t make sense. Not here. Not in this setting.”