At Kamoka, Bella was asked if she would like to be a vet when she grows up. She said that she would rather be an animal rescuer. The result of this conversation was a little Roald Dahlian poem about her love of animals:
Once there was a girl called Bella Whose brother Dean was a little fella Bella was the older one Her life was filled with joy and fun. Her favorite thing in all the world Was rescuing animals from the cold. She had all sorts of different critters That would bark and roar and miauw and twitter. Some were more of the quiet type And they most certainly did not gripe. She found them when she wandered around Some in trees or on the ground. A bushbaby, Noodles, was her best Who bounced around and didn't rest At night but in the day he slept. With gigantic bounds the baby lept From branch to branch until his feet Were feeling very smooth and neat So wee on them he would proceed to do (He always seemed to need the loo) His feet would then begin to stick And he would have to remember not to lick His smelly tiny fingers and toes (That would make all sorts of woes). But Bella loved Noodles all the same And fed him mealworms because he was tame. He liked flavored yoghurt the very most But turned his nose at scones or toast. Noodles had big, round eyes That were red in colour (I tell no lies). His fur was soft and grey and sheek From which a luscious tail would peek. Noodles was special, it's true But he was not the only one in Bella's zoo. She had a chameleon named Sam Who was knocked over by a passing man. She nursed poor Sammy back to health To continue his walk of ambushing stealth. You see, Chameleons are very slow (I'm sure of that you didn’t know). He could change to colours of every shade To brown or green or they would fade Depending on his temper and mood Sammy was one handsome dude. His favorite meal of crickets mind you Were gobbled up with barely a chew. His tongue was a long and sticky thing That shot out like some sort of sling. Out it would come from his jaws Upon finding its target would cause A poor unsuspecting cricket To be wretched from a twig on a thicket. Bella also loved birds and flight. A hornbill Zazu was one rescued plight Who flew into a window pane Which made the poor bird go insane. His balance was most certainly off Although he did not have a cough. But Bella cuddled him to her chest And slowly with lots and lots of rest Zazu became better and strong Until he learnt to hop along Whilst looking down his yellow nose At everyone, especially those Who graced the television screen. He’d perch on Bella’s shoulder and clean His beak whilst watching a favorite show On Discovery Chanel as I am sure you know. And then there were the genet pair Who lived in a huge aviary lair. They were beautiful these genet cats And when released would eat the rats. Their fur was a spotted golden hue Sleek and slender were the two. Baby chicks were their favorite food The genets were not fussy or rude. Bella and Bildo were their name The boy was wild and the girl was tame. And now we come to an iconic bird Who called ‘Goway’ to be heard She never meant to send us away Its just the call that she would say. Her name was Pink (an unusual one) Which Bella named her just for fun Because she was a lourie coloured gray With only one leg she would hop and play With the other birds right outside But nighttime she would come in to hide And perch on the top of our chair To play with Bella’s nice clean hair. Strawberries were always gobbled up (As these were Pink’s most favorite sup) They would make a mess everywhere And Pink would almost never share. Eventually the bird was set free When she found some friends up in a tree. We still see Pink now and then She is a happy little hen. For a short time Bella found A Buttonquail, soft and round. It was tiny with a beautiful plume And stayed with Bella all afternoon. Inside a classroom the bird was locked And separated from its friendly flocked Buttonquails that used to peck around The bushes close to the ground. A short while after we found the quail, We found her family which began to wail And returned her back, safe and sound To forage again, glad to be found. And finally we have Sandy the fish Who fulfilled Bella’s long-time wish To have a swimming creature that Would live in her room growing fat On wisps of food fed each each night That Sandy gobbled up in one big bite. Bella loves her animals its clear And when on holiday she is always near To creatures feathered or full of fur. She finds small cats to stroke and purr, Or chicken eggs from a nestled run (That’s where she has the most fun). She has fed an owl with a speckled touch And stroked a Serval that she loved much. A joyful little girl, that’s our Bella Rose A life that full of wonder fills everything she knows.
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