There’s a board book we used to own, Dear Zoo by Rod Campbell.
It was our son’s favourite book. He would have us read it to him over and over and over again. In the book, if you’re not familiar with it (and if you’re not, why not? What’s wrong with you?) the plot is thus; a small boy writes to the zoo to send him a pet. But the zoo keeps sending him animals that don’t quite fit the bill, they’re too big or too scary or too tall.
Eventually, the zoo sends a puppy which is the perfect pet and everyone, we assume, lives happily ever after.
William loved Dear Zoo so much he tried to eat it. And then he tried to hug it to death, and then he tried to claw it to pieces. Sadly, Dear Zoo eventually succumbed the dribbly over powering love of a one-year-old. We were all very sad.
But, Dear Zoo created a huge interest in animals and when William discovered some time later, that you could literally go to an actual zoo, he was thrilled.
Our family is lucky enough to live in Melbourne, it’s Australia’s greatest city (hush, now Sydney friends). We have the best coffee in the country, a thriving arts and music culture and one of the finest zoos in the world.
Here’s why we love Melbourne Zoo.