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

I think I know

Finally, he turned toward her, his voice slow and deliberate. “I think I know what she is,” he said at last. Amber felt her chest tighten. Her heart thudded harder, each beat louder in her ears. She had been waiting for this moment — waiting for someone to give a name to the mystery that consumed her drawings and her notes. But his next words came with hesitation, almost disbelief.