I had an email from a friend in Zimbabwe yesterday and she sent me this picture and story that I thought was delightful.
They had been away at a game park and on the first evening while sitting in front of the fire in the bar, in walked a fully grown wart hog.
He walked over to the bar and without a word the bar man handed him a pillow. He took the pillow, put it next to the fire and promptly lay down with his head on the pillow and went to sleep where, apparently, he spends the cold nights. Then in the morning, he's off into the bush again!
My friend says that if the barman isn't there he will grab a pillow off one of the couches!
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.- Anatole France