Living the Lazy Life

“Papa Panda! Papa Panda!”

There it went again.

“Papa Panda!”

It was incessant, unceasing, never-ending. (Synonyms were one of Papa Panda’s few pleasures.)

Papa Panda rolled over, half-opened one eye, and gestured impatiently at the annoying, agitating throng.

The tourists roared with glee.

Papa Panda found zoo life emotionally taxing.

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