I have a wildlife zoo

Meanwhile, Father Fang and Mother Fang were standing in front of the macaw exhibit.

Just then, an old man beside them cleared his throat and greeted the brightly feathered macaw, "Hello!"

"Hello!" the macaw shuffled its feet, poked its head out, and issued a hoarse cry, "Happy National Day!"

"Gaga!"

Another macaw nearby stood tall and proud, squawked twice to catch everyone's attention, and then loudly said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Awesome, awesome!"

Instantly, the tourists nearby couldn't help but chuckle, bursting into hearty laughter.

"Oh my, this parrot is hilarious!"

"Mid-Autumn Festival is already over; you need to update your vocabulary!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Come, come, let me teach you an ancient poem, 'The white sun setting behind the mountain, the Yellow River flowing into the sea~'"

After enjoying the fun, Father Fang and Mother Fang continued on, with Mother Fang remarking, "Hey, our son really manages the zoo quite well!"

"It's just okay." The faint smile on Father Fang's face vanished, and he reverted to his expressionless demeanor.

Though he said that, he still acknowledged in his heart that the zoo indeed had come alive under Fang Ye's hands!

Looking at the environment of the exhibits, and the laughter of both adults and children, even someone like him, who wasn't particularly interested in animals, could feel the fairy-tale-like beauty that the zoo exuded.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, with such talent, wouldn't it be good to help manage the business."

The main reasons other people's kids don't want to follow in their parents' footsteps are economic, either because they think they can't earn enough money or due to prestige, finding the job old-fashioned and wanting something more glamorous, like becoming a craftsman or running a snack stall.

Yet, it's the other way around in his own family, not wanting to be the envied boss but instead fussing over a zoo.

His emotions were a complex mix!

He was proud of Fang Ye, but thinking about how his own life's work in the business would not be continued by anyone brought a wave of melancholy!

Mother Fang, on the other hand, had a much more relaxed attitude: "It's fine, we're not old yet, we can still work for another ten years, and we'll talk about what comes after later! Hey, look, look, there are raccoons over there!"

Father Fang refocused his attention on the animals and stopped dwelling on these matters.

It's National Day holiday after all, and the mood should be a bit more relaxed.

They arrived at the raccoon exhibition area, where the sight of a bunch of chubby raccoons immediately caught their interest.

He couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow, so chubby! They've turned into little balls!"

The raccoons had been there for quite some time and were familiar with the environment, knowing that it wasn't like the zoos they used to stay in where visitors could feed them at will.

Before, when visitors saw the raccoons holding out their hands with a pitiful look in their eyes, they couldn't resist the urge to feed them, despite the signs forbidding it hanging nearby and a glass wall barrier. Still, many tried to throw food over the top.

No matter how much the raccoons begged in front of the glass wall, they couldn't get any food and initially were a bit discouraged. But gradually, they got used to it and now rarely performed the begging gesture.

Without eating any food provided by visitors, they ate a healthy diet prepared by the animal keepers. They had become healthier and had lost a bit of weight, but the change wasn't visibly significant in the short term; they still looked like plump lumps.

Visitors no longer thought of feeding them during their visits and enjoyed watching the natural behaviors of the raccoons frolicking and playing.

Now the raccoons in the exhibit were all playing happily and freely!

A chubby raccoon, taking small steps, struggled to climb up a slide.

The theme of the raccoon exhibition area was raccoons in the city, with an environment similar to a children's park. Shrubs and trees were scattered around the exhibit, with trash cans, manhole covers, sprinklers, and pools present. The animal keepers' paths resembled those in a park with pebbled paths extending from behind a cluster of bushes.

The slide, as a form of enrichment for the raccoons, looked very harmonious in the setting.

It was about half a meter high, with a very gentle slope of 30 degrees and wide enough to accommodate the raccoon's chubby body.

After climbing onto the slide, the raccoon sat down, and its flesh instantly dropped to its belly, naturally spreading into a plump meat patty, looking not like it was using the slide but as if it was wearing a swim ring and playing in a water park like on a river ride.

The black and white fur was like a comical masked face, with bright, shiny eyes twinkling in the black.

It rubbed its paws, shifted its chubby butt, and slowly slid down the slide.

Suddenly, a child excitedly screamed, "The red panda is playing on the slide!"

Hearing this, a parent immediately corrected them, "What red panda? That's a raccoon."

Pointing at the nearby sign, "Look, the red panda is red, and the raccoon is gray."

"Oh!" said the child, looking at the display, scratching their head; they had just finished watching the red panda and were still a bit confused.

The raccoon slid to the bottom of the slide and got stuck at the last section.

So, it lowered its head, pressing it against the slide, and then pushed with its hind legs, rolling like a chubby ball.

It looked extremely cute!

"Hahaha, being so round and chubby is so funny!"

The visitors couldn't stop laughing, cheering it on, "Roll, crunchy noodle twig!"

Someone took out their phone and snapped away with a "click click."

The raccoon rolled half a turn, its chicken-leg-like chubby short hind legs pointed skyward, and it only stopped when it rolled onto the lawn, then went to play on the perches.

Mother Fang laughed delightedly, "This raccoon is nothing like the red panda. The red panda seems a bit clumsy, but this raccoon looks quite smart, even though it's chubby!"

"Smart? I think it looks pretty dumb," Father Fang muttered to himself.

In the raccoon exhibition area, besides playing on perches and slides, there were ones washing things in the water.

A blue cloth-like thing was soaked in the pool, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a sock.

Two raccoons squatted by the pool, one holding one end of the blue sock; both their little paws were drenched, scrubbing and washing it.

One pulled the sock closer, and the other was not happy about it, pulling it back towards themselves, fighting over the right to wash the sock.

All that was missing was bgm: Wash, scrub, wash, scrub~ wash, scrub~

The visitors marveled, "Wow, the raccoons are even fighting to do the housework!"

Someone had a sudden whimsical idea, "If I had a raccoon at home, wouldn't it be able to help me wash my clothes and socks?"

"How is that possible, the raccoon is just playing with washing things! Relying on them to do housework is too unreliable."

"To keep a raccoon just to wash clothes, wouldn't the washing machine be more appealing?"

"Hehe, true," the visitor laughed a bit embarrassedly.

A man, who liked animals and often visited the zoo, had accumulated quite a bit of animal knowledge from reading the exhibit signs and listening to the animal keepers' explanations. He spoke confidently, "Don't be fooled by how cute raccoons look; they have strong destructive capabilities and a curious nature that loves to explore. They are not suitable as pets!

Keeping them at home, they could tear your house down. Japan once had a period of keeping raccoons..."

The nearby visitors listened in surprise, "That's really unexpected!"

"They look so cute; indeed, these animals are only suitable to be seen in zoos."