“Is cranberry sauce supposed to taste like this?” asked Zuri. Her nostrils flared.
“You act as if this is your first Thanksgiving. Yes, of course. Sweet and tangy, isn’t it?” Zander replied. He licked the red film from his incisors.
“I’ve never had cranberry sauce with my Thanksgiving feast. In San Diego the food was quite average on Thanksgiving.” Zuri took another turn eating from the can. “How did you manage to get this anyway?”
“The zookeeper had it in his pocket for some reason. I think she said something about giving her mother-in-law a nice sur—”
Both of the zebras fell to the dirt, writhing.