Mr No.1

Dave was excited. This was like going to Disneyland, only better.

"So what kind of Pandas will we see?"

"Oh, all kinds, male and female and baby ones and pregnant ones, lots of Pandas," said Jean with a smile. Was she out with her husband or her little child, she wasn't sure.

"Wow. Real Pandas. Cool."

The car pulled in and the small group got out. There it was, on the top of the little hill. Panda Paradise. 'Cool'.

After the short walk, they had arrived. "So, where are they?" Dave said like an impatient three year old.

"Here he is."

'He? hmmm.... How can male, female, baby and pregnant Pandas all be covered by the word 'he'?'

"There's only one? Where are the others?"

Jean spoke quickly with the lady working there. "Apparently they've all been moved somewhere nicer, because the weather is too hot."

"Oh. So there's only one?"

"Yes."

Well, one was still more than none and Dave rushed over to the cage. He was big and fat and hairy and he just lay there and did nothing. He was so like Dave it was scary.

"He's so cute. What's his name?" asked Dave, "Aww, look at his little belly."

Jean once again spoke to the lady working there.

"Apparently his name is 'Panda No. 1'."

"Wow, cool name. Hello Mr No. 1, sorry, I mean Ni Hao, I don't think he'll speak English."

Mr No.1 rolled over and made himself more comfy. Dave could only assume this was a return greeting. He was so cool. A REAL Panda. Cool.

Happy Days.